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Damien’s POV:The boardroom at Voss Enterprises is a war zone, its polished mahogany and glass walls gleaming like a blade under the city’s gray light. The Sterling merger meeting hums with tension, investors and board members leaning forward, their eyes were sharp and predatory. I sit at the head of the table, my hands were braced on the edge, my jaw was tight, but my mind’s not here. It’s on her, Ariana Blake, standing at the front, her voice was steady as she presented the competitive analysis I threw at her like a death sentence.“Prove you’re worth more than your father’s lies.” I wanted her to fail, to crumble under the weight of an impossible deadline. Instead, she’s commanding the room, her slides were razor-sharp, her numbers bulletproof, her presence a fire I can’t put out.She’s a Blake, the daughter of the man who destroyed my family, who left my father broken, my mother’s hands raw from diner shifts, my sisters’ futures buried under debt. I clawed this empire from nothi

Damien’s POV:The silence in Damien Voss’s office was deafening, the glass walls reflecting the city’s fading light like a mirror to his fractured thoughts. Minutes ago, Ariana Blake had crashed into him, their lips meeting in a split-second mistake that still burned through him. Her warmth, her startled breath, lingered like a spark he couldn’t smother. Now, alone, he stood by his desk, his fists clenched, trying to piece himself back together. She was his enemy, the key to dismantling Blake Enterprises, the one he’d hired to control, not to unravel him. Yet that moment—her wide eyes, her hurried escape—had shaken something loose, and he hated how it made him feel exposed.He paced to the window, the skyline a blur of steel and ambition. Her merger presentation that morning had been flawless, the board eating out of her hand, and now this. A clumsy fall, a fleeting touch, and his carefully built walls were cracking. He needed to fix this, to bury whatever this was under work, unde

The Voss Enterprises office buzzed with the usual morning rhythm—keyboards clacking, phones ringing, the low hum of conversations blending into white noise. But for Ariana Blake, it felt like walking into a spotlight. Her eyes were puffy from the restless night, shadows under them from hours staring at the ceiling, trying everything to push Damien Voss from her mind. Water hadn't helped, nor had the book she'd forced herself to read, page after page blurring into nothing. Now, as she navigated the hallway to her desk, every glance felt loaded, every pause in chatter a judgment.She kept her head down, focusing on the file in her hands, but the awkwardness clung to her like a second skin. Damien's office door was closed, but she could picture him there, his presence was a weight even from afar. They hadn't crossed paths yet, and she intended to keep it that way. Just get through the day, she thought, her steps quick. Deliver the updated merger notes and vanish back to her workspace

Damien’s POV:Damien moved through the hallway with purposeful strides, his swollen eyes stinging under the fluorescent lights, a remnant of the night's failed attempts to sleep. The scotch had burned but not erased the memory, the emails had piled up but not distracted him, and the treadmill's steady thump had only echoed the chaos in his head. Now, the place felt like a minefield, every corner was a potential run-in with Ariana Blake. He kept his gaze forward, sunglasses tucked into his pocket, determined to keep the day on track. Avoidance was key—no glances her way, no unnecessary words. That slip in his office was a blip, nothing worth dwelling on.He headed for the conference room with a stack of notes for the upcoming client pitch, but his mind wandered to her. Ariana's desk was in his periphery, but he couldn't look and couldn't afford to. She was his assistant, a temporary piece in the business puzzle, not someone who could throw him off balance like this. The board's lat