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The relocation never happened.By late afternoon Dana returned from whatever emergency meeting she had been dragged into with her face tight and her voice carefully neutral. She gathered the team near our desks and delivered the update in a tone that made it clear there would be no further discussion.“The move has been postponed indefinitely,” she said. “Facilities reported that the lower-floor space isn’t ready, and HR doesn’t want the team disrupted twice. We’ll remain on this floor for the time being. Keep your heads down and do the work.”No one asked questions.Jess waited until Dana walked away before muttering, “Postponed indefinitely my ass. Someone changed their mind.”I didn’t answer. I was still turning over the look Damien had given me in the hallway; cold, irritated, like I was an inconvenience that had landed on his floor without permission. If he had wanted us gone, we would have been gone. The fact that we were staying meant either he had bigger things to deal with…

DAMIEN She looked too fucking small on the couch.That was the first clear thought I had once the nurse stopped moving long enough for me to actually see her. Elena was stretched out on the dark leather of the private recovery room on the forty-second floor, skin pale against the cushions, one arm draped loosely across her stomach. The harsh overhead light made the shadows under her eyes look deeper. Her blouse had shifted, exposing the delicate line of her collarbone and the faint flush still lingering at the base of her throat.I stood with my back against the wall, arms crossed, and watched the nurse check her pulse for the third time.“Her vitals are stabilizing,” the woman said without looking at me. She was one of the building’s on-call medical staff—discreet, efficient, paid enough not to ask questions. “Blood pressure was low. Likely a combination of fatigue, possible dehydration, and a sudden drop. She’s coming around.”I didn’t answer.My jaw was locked so tight it ached. I

ELENA The walk from the private room to the elevators felt like a performance I hadn’t agreed to star in. Damien stayed close enough that his shoulder nearly brushed mine with every step. Not touching. Just present in a way that made the air feel different. The executive floor, which usually hummed with quiet productivity, went unnaturally still as we passed. Conversations died mid-sentence. Someone at the copy machine forgot what they were holding. A woman from legal actually turned and walked in the opposite direction as if proximity alone was dangerous. Jess was standing near our cluster of desks when we came into view. Her eyes went wide. She took one look at Damien’s face, then at the careful way I was walking, and mouthed oh my god so clearly I almost laughed out of pure nerves. Dana appeared from nowhere, spine straight, expression carefully blank. “Mr. Voss,” she said, voice a fraction too high. “Is everything…” “She’s leaving for the day,” Damien said without slowing

I didn’t close the bedroom door.I told myself it was because the apartment was small and shutting it would feel dramatic. The truth was simpler and more dangerous: I wanted to know he was still there. I wanted the low sound of his presence in my living room, the quiet proof that he hadn’t walked out the second I turned my back.I changed in the half-dark, fingers clumsy on the buttons of my blouse. Every rustle of fabric sounded too loud. When I pulled on an old soft T-shirt and cotton shorts, my skin still felt too sensitive, like his gaze had left a residual heat behind. I caught my reflection in the mirror above the dresser, flushed cheeks, restless eyes, mouth that still remembered the shape of his.I looked like a woman who was already in trouble.When I stepped back into the hallway, Damien was exactly where I’d left him, standing near the window with his hands in his pockets. The city lights cast faint silver along the line of his shoulders. He turned his head as I appeared, a

The silence after his confession felt like it had weight.I stood on my side of the bed, arms wrapped around myself, trying to make the pieces fit in a way that didn’t make my skin crawl. Four years. The showcase. The scholarship I had thanked the universe for. The quiet ways my life had stayed afloat when it should have sunk. All of it leading back to the man standing across from me in the half-dark, looking at me like he had simply run out of reasons to keep lying.“Get out.”The words left my mouth before I fully decided to say them.Damien didn’t look surprised. He just watched me, eyes dark, expression unreadable again.“Elena…”“I mean it.” My voice shook, but I didn’t look away. “You don’t get to drop that on me and then sit in a chair like this is normal. You’ve been in my life for years without my knowledge. You paid for things. You watched. You waited. And then you let me believe what happened between us was an accident.” I swallowed hard. “I need you to leave.”For a long s