SELENE’s POV
Damien Laurent’s private office sat on the thirty-second floor of a building that didn’t carry the Laurent Group name publicly. That detail alone says it all, men with nothing to hide didn’t need separate addresses.
I had kept him waiting until the following morning. Not long enough to seem avoidant but long enough to make clear that Selene Arden doesn’t rearranged her schedule for nobody, including a Laurent.
His assistant met me at the elevator with a practiced smile and led me through a corridor that was noticeably different from Laurent Group headquarters. Darker wood, lower ceilings, art on the walls that looked chosen for meaning rather than impression. Everything about Damien Laurent seemed deliberate.
He was standing when I entered, which seemed surprising to me. S
