The city had finally gone quiet. Most of the lights in Blackwood Tower were off, leaving only a few dim floors glowing against the night skyline. Damian’s office was one of them. He sat behind his desk, staring at a blank sheet of paper. For several minutes, he didn’t move. His phone rested nearby, the screen filled with missed calls from the legal team, messages from investors, and news alerts still dissecting the footage that had spread across every major media outlet earlier that morning. He ignored all of it. The pen in his hand hovered above the paper. For the first time in years, Damian didn’t feel like a CEO or the head of an empire. He felt like a man who had run out of explanations. Slowly, he began to write. Evelyn, The word looked strange on the page. Not because it was unfamiliar, but because it had been years since he had written it without signing a legal document or contract beside it. He paused again. Outside the window, traffic moved quietl
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