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You are fired!

Penulis: Mystique
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-28 20:22:54

Damon's POV

I return to my office. The lobby and main floor fade behind me, but the tension I left there clings like a shadow. Sienna is already waiting, her silhouette framed perfectly by the sunlight slicing through the blinds. She sits with her back straight, legs crossed, a picture of poise that barely masks the storm beneath. Her eyes lift to meet mine as I close the door behind me. There’s a flicker of satisfaction in that gaze, a dangerous spark of arrogance that says she thinks she has me, that she has the upper hand. She does not know me. She stands up as I walk in.

“Sienna, sit,” I say, my voice low, controlled, the calm before a strike. She doesn’t sit down. She stands there staring at me. That’s fine. I walk around and I stand behind my desk, hands resting on the dark wood, eyes locked on hers.

“I asked you to wait for me here because what you just did was stupid. You’ve had your theatrics on the main floor, and you’ve made your opinion of Claire clear. You think you can
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