_Aurora’s POV_“Are you done?” Damien’s voice rang out in the room, and my eyes snapped to him.Was I done?He looked calm, too calm. His fingers rapped against the wooden table softly, the beat filling the quiet room. My lips parted, but nothing came out. Suddenly the room felt smaller than it was before.“I asked a question. Are. You. Done?” He repeated, his voice louder than before. “Yes sir,” I said quietly, my fingers digging into my palm as I swallowed hard.His cold gaze bore into me, and I held it, tilting my head slightly. “Good,” he said coldly, leaning back in his chair. “Because you won’t be speaking again.”His words caught me off guard. What? He didn’t have the right to say that. “Excuse me?” I let out a short laugh. “You don’t get to—”“I do.” He cut in sharply, hands placed before him.“When you walk into a professional setting and behave like—“ his gaze dragged slowly over me, making my skin itch. “When you behave like that, someone has to keep you in check.” T
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