The Office Between Us
She was the last award of the night, a silent, agonizing wait.
Meanwhile, in his penthouse, a world away from the glitter and glamour, Damian Villareal was also watching. He was not there in person, of course. That was a life he had left behind, a life that no longer belonged to him. But Ana, his loyal shadow, had set up a live stream of the event on the largest television in his living room. The room was dark, the only light the flickering glow of the screen, a quiet, painful beacon in his self-imposed exile.