12:01 AM

The clock was staring at Damon’s face like it was mocking him. Damon’s jaw clenched instinctively. It was already midnight and there was no sign of Violet around. Damon never got rejected by anyone before, so this was a hard blow to his ego.

Damon was pacing around the office restlessly. In a fit of anger and disappointment, he picked up a bottle of whiskey from the desk and threw it across the room. The bottle shattered into pieces as it hit the wall ...