The conference room at Hart Atelier was still filled with the final echoes of the strategy meeting. Screens dimmed. Chairs pushed back. Executives filtered out one after another.Aria remained behind.Vivian Hart stood near the glass wall, reviewing final notes on a tablet. She didn’t rush her. That alone had become part of Aria’s new rhythm no pressure, no control, just space to think.Her phone vibrated once on the table.Unknown number.She didn’t pick it up.Another vibration followed immediately.Damien Cole.Aria’s gaze shifted briefly, then away.She locked the screen and slid the phone into her bag.Outside the glass office, a black car had already stopped at the curb.Damien stepped out.No escort. No announcement. Just him.He walked into the building like he already owned the air inside it.Reception tried to stop him. He didn’t slow down.“Mr. Cole, she’s in a meeting”“I’m not here for permission.”He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.By the time he reached the t
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