Damian’s POV

The phone wouldn’t stop buzzing on a desk.

The glow of the screen cut through the darkness of the room I was on.

It was Elena’s name flashing again and again.

“Not today Elena.. “ I muttered.

I leaned back into the leather chair, my arms folded as I continued to wait.

I was in an emergency meet room which only a handful of people had accessed to.

The call came in, still from Elena.

I pressed reject without hesitation.

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