Damien POV Monica sat opposite me with one leg crossed over the other, her back perfectly straight. “What exactly do you want, Damien?”I laughed.The sound left my throat slowly, almost amused, as I leaned back in my chair and studied her. “When did you become the one who was always so happy sitting at the top, controlling everyone around you and building yourself higher with every move you made?” I tilted my head. “And now that everything you built has finally come back to bite you, you're trying to hide?”Monica cleared her throat, though the confidence in her posture had begun to stiffen. “What are you trying to say? Explain yourself, Damien.”“Do you really think I don't know that you're from the Steve Family?”The words settled between us.Monica went completely silent.The leg she had crossed slowly lowered to the floor, and for the first time since I had entered that room, I saw something crack beneath her composure. “How do you—”“Do you think I'm stupid?” I cut in, my voice
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