Ariella’s POVHe arrived before sunrise. The office was silent. Damon sat still for a couple of seconds, neglecting the heap of papers on his desk. I walked in, untouched by Damon, who was seemingly lost in thought. When he saw me, he trembled.He’d been working through nights again. Reports piled, half-sorted. He pressed his chest once, quietly. I looked away.The meeting started at nine. His tone was steady. Halfway through, he paused, in silence, then recovered. His hand stayed clenched on the table until the end.When everyone left, I stayed. “You should rest.”“I’m fine,” he said, signing the same page twice.“Damon!”“Lack of sleep,” he cut in.From my office, I watched him move more slowly, rhythm broken. I remembered the last time he ignored warning signs. By noon, details blurred. Instructions repeated. Files misplaced. Staff whispered. I covered the gaps quietly. “You see?” he said weakly, still standing.I took a look at him again and retorted. "You look worried." He didn
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