POV: SeraphinaNina, my personal assistant, was already in the boardroom when I walked in, folders stacked in a neat line, laptop open, her wedding ring catching the light as she typed."He's downstairs," she said, not looking up."Let him wait," I said."Four minutes?""You know me too well."She smiled without lifting her eyes from the screen. Then I sat down at the head of the table and let the silence settle around me the way I used to let silence settle in that apartment, except this time the silence belonged to me.Nina had known me since we were nine years old, since before the Vaughn name meant anything to her beyond the family her friend happened to be born into, and when I came home three weeks ago she was the first person outside my family I called, because Nina did not ask questions I wasn't ready to answer, she just showed up with a laptop and a calendar and started rebuilding my life around me."Ready?" she asked."Bring him in," I said.Damian walked in wearing the navy
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