All Chapters of HIS BLIND OBSESSION : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 30 — Damien’s POV

I heard the elevator at nine fourteen. His footsteps across the entrance hall. Down the hallway. He knocked on my office door twice, evenly, the same knock he had used since day one, and I said come in and he came in and closed the door behind him and I heard him stand there waiting. I was at the window. Not looking at anything. I was never looking at anything. But I stood at the window sometimes because the city noise came through better there, the low constant hum of it, and it was easier to think inside sound than inside silence. “Sit down,” I said. He sat. I stayed at the window. “Lena is signing today,” I said. “Marcus will have the papers processed by end of week. The settlement is straightforward. No penthouse. No clause.” I paused. “It’s done.” “Okay,” he said. “The procedure,” I said. “I’m calling Walsh this afternoon. We’ll discuss the Zurich timeline.” “Okay,” he said again. I turned from the window. Found my desk by the familiar count of steps, seven from the w

Chapter 31 — Noah’s POV

Damien had been paying attention. I walked back to my desk and sat down and stared at the Mercer file and thought about that. Not the procedure. Not Lena signing the papers or Walsh or thirty percent or any of the things that had happened in the last seventy-two hours that should have been taking up all available brain space. Those things were real and significant and I had filed all of them in the correct places. Damien had been paying attention to me in a way that had nothing to do with Henderson or Mercer or whether his coffee arrived at six twenty-eight. His words. Said flat and controlled and with the specific quality of something that had been decided before he said it and was not being taken back. I opened the Mercer file. Read the first line. Closed it. The thing about Damien Cole was that he did not say things he did not mean. I had learned that in five weeks of watching him use language like a scalpel. Every word chosen. Nothing wasted. When he said the Hargrove sum

Chapter 32 — Damien’s POV

I had told him. I sat at my desk and turned that over and then called Walsh and confirmed the Zurich timeline and gave Noah a deadline about Henderson Q3 figures and went back to work. That was the correct response to what had happened in my office an hour ago. I had said something real. He had received it without drama. We had both moved on. Clean. Professional. Exactly right. The Henderson file arrived at three twenty-eight. Two minutes early. Left side of the desk. Noah said is that all and I said yes and he left. I read the Henderson file. Put it down. Picked up the Mercer file. Put that down too. My phone buzzed. Daniel. I did not answer. It buzzed again. I answered. “You told him,” Daniel said. “I’m aware of what I did.” “And then you gave him a fake deadline.” “The Q3 figures needed cross-referencing.” “Damien.” I said nothing. “He called me,” Daniel said. “Ten minutes after you walked out. You want to know what he said?” “No,” I said. “He said I heard him a

Chapter 33 — Noah’s POV

Daniel was already there when I arrived. Corner table. Two drinks. He pushed one toward me when I sat down. “I don’t drink coffee,” I said. “I know,” he said. “It’s tea.” I looked at it. “Damien mentioned it,” he said. Like that was normal. Like my employer had been on the phone with his brother and the subject of what Noah Carter drinks had come up and been filed away. I wrapped my hands around the cup and said nothing. “How are you,” Daniel said. “Fine.” “You slept badly.” “I sleep badly most nights,” I said. “Eli’s been sick for eight months. You get used to being ready for the phone.” He nodded. Took that in without making it a moment. Just held it and moved on. It was something he and Damien had in common — they both absorbed information quietly. They just did different things with it afterward. “How is he,” Daniel said. “Better. New dosage is working.” “Good.” He picked up his coffee. “I want to tell you something about Damien. Before the accident.”

Chapter 34 — Damien’s POV

I gave him full access to the Mercer file at four fifteen. I sat with that decision for approximately thirty seconds before I made it and then I made it and told Marcus and went back to work and did not think about it. That was fine. It was a practical decision. Noah had found a clause three senior lawyers had missed. Giving him full access was efficient. It had nothing to do with anything else. My phone buzzed. Daniel. How was your afternoon. I stared at it. Fine, I typed. Noah just got back. I know, I typed. He reported on the Henderson follow-up. Did he. Yes. A pause. Did you ask him how lunch was. I put the phone face down on the desk. Picked it up. No, I typed. Why not. Because it’s not relevant. Damien. Daniel. A longer pause. Then: We had a good conversation. He’s interesting. Funny. Smarter than the job requires. Another pause that lasted exactly long enough. You should talk to him more. Outside of work things. I set the phone down. Picked it up again.

Chapter 35 — Noah’s POV

Five weeks and six days to Zurich.Six twenty-eight. Right side. Two inches from the corner.I knocked. Opened the door.“Good morning,” I said.“Mercer prep,” he said. “Noon.”I stopped.“You said Wednesday evening,” I said.“I moved it.”“That’s four hours from now.”“Then you’d better start,” he said.I looked at him. Jacket on. Assembled. The version of him that had been showing up every morning since he said something honest and immediately rebuilt every wall he’d taken down.“Noon,” I said.I went back to my desk and opened the Mercer file.At nine thirty my phone buzzed. Daniel.Coming by at eleven. Bringing food.I stared at it.He’s going to hate that, I typed.Yes, Daniel said. That’s the point.At ten fifty-eight the elevator opened.Daniel walked in with a paper bag and a coffee and the energy of someone executing a plan.He sat in my spare chair without being asked. Pushed a container toward me.“Early lunch,” he said. At normal volume. Carrying down the hall.“It’s eleve

Chapter 36 — Damien’s POV

My phone rang at six am.Not Noah’s knock. Not the coffee. My phone, Marcus, before six twenty-eight, which meant something had already gone wrong before the day had started.I answered.“We have a problem,” Marcus said. No preamble. “A serious one.”“Tell me,” I said.“Last night between eleven pm and two am someone accessed the Cole Enterprises client database,” he said. “Full access. Client names, deal structures, financial projections, acquisition targets. Everything we have on forty-three active clients.” A pause. “It’s been leaked. It went to three financial news outlets at four this morning. Two of them have already published.”I sat up.“How much,” I said.“All of it,” Marcus said. “Everything Damien. Forty-three clients. Every deal we’re currently working. The Mercer restructuring. The Calloway acquisition. The Henderson account. All of it public.”The room was completely still.“Who,” I said.“We don’t know yet,” Marcus said. “Our security team is working on it. But Damien t

Chapter 37 — Noah’s POV

Damien told me in the hallway. Not everything. Just the one word. Daniel. He said it flat and then turned and walked back to his office and I stood there for a moment processing what that meant before I followed him. He was already at his desk when I came in. Phone in hand. Not calling anyone yet. Just sitting with it. “Tell me exactly what you told him,” I said. “Two days ago,” Damien said. “Phone call. I mentioned I had given you full Mercer access. That you had found the page nineteen clause. That it was justified.” “That’s all,” I said. “That’s all,” he said. “And Daniel told someone,” I said. “Daniel tells people things without understanding what he is handing them,” Damien said. Flat. Not angry . “He is warm and open and he talks. It is who he is. Someone used it.” “Who does Daniel talk to,” I said. Damien said nothing for a moment. “He has a wide social circle,” he said. “Business, personal, everything mixed together. He does not separate them the way

Chapter 38 — Damien’s POV

Calloway signed at four fifteen. Marcus called to confirm and I said good and put the phone down and sat in my office and did not move for a long time. The Mercer clause. Noah had read a sixty page contract he had not been asked to read and retained a liability clause on page nineteen and deployed it at exactly the right moment to save a thirty-eight million dollar acquisition from a man who had spent three years waiting for an opportunity to burn this company down. Richard Hale. My legal team was building the criminal case. By tomorrow morning Hale would know that the breach had been traced, that the Singapore VPN had been identified, that Cole Enterprises was pursuing every available legal avenue. His Mercer play was dead. His acquisition strategy was dead. Three years of waiting and one careless dinner with Daniel and it was over. Daniel. I picked up my phone. Put it down. Picked it up and called him. He answered immediately. “Is Calloway contained,” he said. No preamble

Chapter 39 — Noah’s POV

I finished making dinner. Mechanically. Hands doing what they knew while my brain was entirely somewhere else specifically on the counter three feet to my left where Damien’s hand had been on mine for four minutes and twenty-three seconds not that I had been counting. I had been counting. I plated everything. Set the table. Called down the hall at seven twenty-nine because old habits and also because standing in the kitchen any longer thinking about his thumb moving across the back of my hand was going to make me do something I had promised myself I wasn’t doing yet. Five weeks, he had said. Five weeks. He came out of his office and navigated to the table with the certainty he always had, hand trailing the wall, finding his chair without asking for help, sitting down with the composed efficiency of a man who had rebuilt his entire world around knowing where things were. I sat across from him. We ate. The food was good. The garlic thing had survived the interruption. The kitch

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