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22. Wait for Me, Stay for Her.

Author: Merra Gischan
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-11 11:11:31

DAMON'S POV

It was ten o’clock.

The hallway outside my office was dark, quiet—the way I liked it. Everyone had gone home hours ago. I preferred it that way. Cleaner. Sharper. No noise to disturb my thoughts.

I was reaching for my suit jacket when I heard her voice.

Faint. Soft. Somewhere outside my office door.

I stopped.

“Yeah, I already ate earlier,” she was saying. Her laugh was quiet—real. Not the professional kind she wore like armor around me. “No, I can’t tonight. He’s still here. I’ll leave after Mr. Prince does.”

I froze mid-motion.

Every word tightened like a vice around my throat.

She waits.

Every goddamn night, she waits until I’m gone.

I tried to remember—how often had I passed her desk, thinking nothing of it? How many times had I left without realizing she was still sitting there, quiet, composed, always a step behind me? Not because she had to.

Because she chose to.

And now she was laughing for someone else. Soft. Familiar. Warm.

Jealousy crept up my spine like cold fi
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