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Chapter 35 — Noah’s POV
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2026-06-12 20:19:10
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HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 36 — Damien’s POV
My phone rang at six am.Not Noah’s knock. Not the coffee. My phone, Marcus, before six twenty-eight, which meant something had already gone wrong before the day had started.I answered.“We have a problem,” Marcus said. No preamble. “A serious one.”“Tell me,” I said.“Last night between eleven pm and two am someone accessed the Cole Enterprises client database,” he said. “Full access. Client names, deal structures, financial projections, acquisition targets. Everything we have on forty-three active clients.” A pause. “It’s been leaked. It went to three financial news outlets at four this morning. Two of them have already published.”I sat up.“How much,” I said.“All of it,” Marcus said. “Everything Damien. Forty-three clients. Every deal we’re currently working. The Mercer restructuring. The Calloway acquisition. The Henderson account. All of it public.”The room was completely still.“Who,” I said.“We don’t know yet,” Marcus said. “Our security team is working on it. But Damien t
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 35 — Noah’s POV
Five weeks and six days to Zurich.Six twenty-eight. Right side. Two inches from the corner.I knocked. Opened the door.“Good morning,” I said.“Mercer prep,” he said. “Noon.”I stopped.“You said Wednesday evening,” I said.“I moved it.”“That’s four hours from now.”“Then you’d better start,” he said.I looked at him. Jacket on. Assembled. The version of him that had been showing up every morning since he said something honest and immediately rebuilt every wall he’d taken down.“Noon,” I said.I went back to my desk and opened the Mercer file.At nine thirty my phone buzzed. Daniel.Coming by at eleven. Bringing food.I stared at it.He’s going to hate that, I typed.Yes, Daniel said. That’s the point.At ten fifty-eight the elevator opened.Daniel walked in with a paper bag and a coffee and the energy of someone executing a plan.He sat in my spare chair without being asked. Pushed a container toward me.“Early lunch,” he said. At normal volume. Carrying down the hall.“It’s eleve
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 34 — Damien’s POV
I gave him full access to the Mercer file at four fifteen. I sat with that decision for approximately thirty seconds before I made it and then I made it and told Marcus and went back to work and did not think about it. That was fine. It was a practical decision. Noah had found a clause three senior lawyers had missed. Giving him full access was efficient. It had nothing to do with anything else. My phone buzzed. Daniel. How was your afternoon. I stared at it. Fine, I typed. Noah just got back. I know, I typed. He reported on the Henderson follow-up. Did he. Yes. A pause. Did you ask him how lunch was. I put the phone face down on the desk. Picked it up. No, I typed. Why not. Because it’s not relevant. Damien. Daniel. A longer pause. Then: We had a good conversation. He’s interesting. Funny. Smarter than the job requires. Another pause that lasted exactly long enough. You should talk to him more. Outside of work things. I set the phone down. Picked it up again.
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 33 — Noah’s POV
Daniel was already there when I arrived. Corner table. Two drinks. He pushed one toward me when I sat down. “I don’t drink coffee,” I said. “I know,” he said. “It’s tea.” I looked at it. “Damien mentioned it,” he said. Like that was normal. Like my employer had been on the phone with his brother and the subject of what Noah Carter drinks had come up and been filed away. I wrapped my hands around the cup and said nothing. “How are you,” Daniel said. “Fine.” “You slept badly.” “I sleep badly most nights,” I said. “Eli’s been sick for eight months. You get used to being ready for the phone.” He nodded. Took that in without making it a moment. Just held it and moved on. It was something he and Damien had in common — they both absorbed information quietly. They just did different things with it afterward. “How is he,” Daniel said. “Better. New dosage is working.” “Good.” He picked up his coffee. “I want to tell you something about Damien. Before the accident.”
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 32 — Damien’s POV
I had told him. I sat at my desk and turned that over and then called Walsh and confirmed the Zurich timeline and gave Noah a deadline about Henderson Q3 figures and went back to work. That was the correct response to what had happened in my office an hour ago. I had said something real. He had received it without drama. We had both moved on. Clean. Professional. Exactly right. The Henderson file arrived at three twenty-eight. Two minutes early. Left side of the desk. Noah said is that all and I said yes and he left. I read the Henderson file. Put it down. Picked up the Mercer file. Put that down too. My phone buzzed. Daniel. I did not answer. It buzzed again. I answered. “You told him,” Daniel said. “I’m aware of what I did.” “And then you gave him a fake deadline.” “The Q3 figures needed cross-referencing.” “Damien.” I said nothing. “He called me,” Daniel said. “Ten minutes after you walked out. You want to know what he said?” “No,” I said. “He said I heard him a
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 31 — Noah’s POV
Damien had been paying attention. I walked back to my desk and sat down and stared at the Mercer file and thought about that. Not the procedure. Not Lena signing the papers or Walsh or thirty percent or any of the things that had happened in the last seventy-two hours that should have been taking up all available brain space. Those things were real and significant and I had filed all of them in the correct places. Damien had been paying attention to me in a way that had nothing to do with Henderson or Mercer or whether his coffee arrived at six twenty-eight. His words. Said flat and controlled and with the specific quality of something that had been decided before he said it and was not being taken back. I opened the Mercer file. Read the first line. Closed it. The thing about Damien Cole was that he did not say things he did not mean. I had learned that in five weeks of watching him use language like a scalpel. Every word chosen. Nothing wasted. When he said the Hargrove sum
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