Elena's POV
"You're in early."
I nearly knocked over my coffee at the sound of Damian's voice, quickly closing the browser tab still open on my laptop, though not quickly enough to fully hide what I'd been looking at. He stood in the doorway of the small archive room, tie loosened, an eyebrow raised at the sight of me surrounded by boxes I had no legitimate reason to be sorting through before seven in the morning.
"Couldn't sleep," I said, forcing my voice into something casual despite my hammering pulse. "Thought I'd get a head start on some filing."
"Filing." Damian's eyes moved slowly across the room, taking in the open drawers, the scattered folders, the laptop still glowing faintly on the table beside me. "This isn't the gala archive, Elena. This is company records. Old ones."
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