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Chapter 40 — Damien’s POV
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2026-06-15 06:46:22
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HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 40 — Damien’s POV
I was not sleeping. I lay in the dark and thought about his foot against mine under the table and eleven minutes in the kitchen and the decided kind of okay and five weeks that was starting to feel less like consideration and more like cowardice. Lena’s voice. You were already gone before the accident. You were never fully there. I was here now. Lying in the dark at eleven pm aware of every sound Noah was making twenty feet away. The shift of his mattress. The quality of him not sleeping either. Two people in adjacent rooms both awake and not saying so. I sat up. Five weeks was forty-one days. Forty-one days of his foot against mine and his hand in mine and the decided kind of okay while I held a line I had drawn because I was frightened and had dressed it up as consideration. Walsh had said the procedure was in five weeks. Walsh had not said wait five weeks to be a person. I stood up. Found my door. Opened it. The hallway. Dark and quiet. I moved through it the way I moved
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 39 — Noah’s POV
I finished making dinner. Mechanically. Hands doing what they knew while my brain was entirely somewhere else specifically on the counter three feet to my left where Damien’s hand had been on mine for four minutes and twenty-three seconds not that I had been counting. I had been counting. I plated everything. Set the table. Called down the hall at seven twenty-nine because old habits and also because standing in the kitchen any longer thinking about his thumb moving across the back of my hand was going to make me do something I had promised myself I wasn’t doing yet. Five weeks, he had said. Five weeks. He came out of his office and navigated to the table with the certainty he always had, hand trailing the wall, finding his chair without asking for help, sitting down with the composed efficiency of a man who had rebuilt his entire world around knowing where things were. I sat across from him. We ate. The food was good. The garlic thing had survived the interruption. The kitch
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 38 — Damien’s POV
Calloway signed at four fifteen. Marcus called to confirm and I said good and put the phone down and sat in my office and did not move for a long time. The Mercer clause. Noah had read a sixty page contract he had not been asked to read and retained a liability clause on page nineteen and deployed it at exactly the right moment to save a thirty-eight million dollar acquisition from a man who had spent three years waiting for an opportunity to burn this company down. Richard Hale. My legal team was building the criminal case. By tomorrow morning Hale would know that the breach had been traced, that the Singapore VPN had been identified, that Cole Enterprises was pursuing every available legal avenue. His Mercer play was dead. His acquisition strategy was dead. Three years of waiting and one careless dinner with Daniel and it was over. Daniel. I picked up my phone. Put it down. Picked it up and called him. He answered immediately. “Is Calloway contained,” he said. No preamble
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 37 — Noah’s POV
Damien told me in the hallway. Not everything. Just the one word. Daniel. He said it flat and then turned and walked back to his office and I stood there for a moment processing what that meant before I followed him. He was already at his desk when I came in. Phone in hand. Not calling anyone yet. Just sitting with it. “Tell me exactly what you told him,” I said. “Two days ago,” Damien said. “Phone call. I mentioned I had given you full Mercer access. That you had found the page nineteen clause. That it was justified.” “That’s all,” I said. “That’s all,” he said. “And Daniel told someone,” I said. “Daniel tells people things without understanding what he is handing them,” Damien said. Flat. Not angry . “He is warm and open and he talks. It is who he is. Someone used it.” “Who does Daniel talk to,” I said. Damien said nothing for a moment. “He has a wide social circle,” he said. “Business, personal, everything mixed together. He does not separate them the way
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
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