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Chapter 41 — Noah’s POV
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HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 42 — Damien’s POV
Daniel arrived at noon without being invited. I heard the elevator at twelve and knew immediately because Daniel’s footsteps had a rhythm I had catalogued thirty years ago and could not unknow. Easy. Unhurried. The walk of someone who had decided where he was going and expected to be welcome when he got there. I had not invited him. “Daniel,” I said from my office without moving. “Damien,” he said from the entrance hall. “I didn’t ask you to come,” I said. “I know,” he said. Already moving toward the kitchen. “I brought lunch.” I put my phone down. Stood up. Walked to the kitchen doorway. He was unpacking containers onto the counter with the ease of someone who had been in this kitchen a hundred times, which he had not, but Daniel treated familiarity as something you decided rather than earned. Noah was at his desk. I could hear him keyboard, chair, the quiet rhythm of him working. He had not come out. “Noah,” Daniel called. Too loud. Carrying deliberately. The keyboard
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 41 — Noah’s POV
I didn’t sleep. I laid in the dark for four hours with his forehead against mine and his breath on my mouth living in my head on repeat and stared at the ceiling and thought about four weeks and six days like it was a countdown to something that could either save me or ruin me. Probably both. At five forty-five I gave up. Got up. Showered. Stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for approximately two seconds and then looked away because that was enough of that. Made his coffee. Six twenty-eight. Right side. Two inches from the corner. I knocked. “Come in,” he said. I opened the door. He was at his desk. Jacket on. Assembled. Every wall back in place, the complete and deliberate version of Damien Cole that showed up every morning and gave nothing away. Except. His jaw was slightly tight. The muscle there doing the thing it did when he was managing something close to the surface. I set the coffee down. “Good morning,” I said. “Good morning,” he said. I turned t
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
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