It’s Monday morning and I’m trying not to hyperventilate. My hands won’t stop shaking, my heartbeat’s doing jumping jacks in my chest, and I’ve already rearranged the pens on my desk six times.I spent the entire weekend suffocating in guilt replaying the moment I took that money.By the time I get to work, I’m ten minutes early, but it feels like I’m already late for something. Everyone’s moving around as usual. Phones ringing, keyboards clacking, but I can’t focus.Where is he?Damien Blackwood is never late. Not once. He’s the type of man who could set his watch by his own shadow. Always in before 7:30, coffee in hand, suit pressed to precision. But now it’s 8:17, and his office is still dark.My stomach twists.Maybe he knows. Maybe he found out. Maybe he’s on the phone with security right now, sending men in suits to drag me out by my elbows.“Get a grip,” I whisper under my breath. I’ve already finished every single task I could possibly do before noon. I've rechecked reports,
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