Beverly practically pried the person's arm from her waist, turning to look at him in shock. "Damien? What are you doing here?""I was invited," Damien replied.She recalled what had happened the night before. "So were they pleased with the research proposal you stayed up all night drafting?""It still needs some reviewing." Damien didn't tell Beverly that the person who'd contacted him was Wendell, James' secretary. He didn't want her to know he'd been coerced or that his hands were tied. He wanted to seem invincible in her eyes.Beverly comforted him, saying, "Well, that's a good start, at least."James' gaze fell on the pair just as the Secretary of Technology and Innovation, George Kilbourne, said, "Chief Bronson, let's sit at the backstage for a bit."Only then did James retract his gaze and follow George further into the hall.Damien looked at Beverly with the kind of smoldering, unrestrained passion with which one admired a piece of art. Until now, he couldn't believe
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