Damien’s POV

Thirty minutes had passed since the business was done.

The room had a stillness to it the kind that wasn’t entirely peaceful. It was the silence after a conversation that had left too many unspoken things hanging in the air. I sat back, the arm of the chair warm under my palm, eyes fixed on the envelope lying on the low table in front of me.

It wasn’t just paper and figures. It was a message. And the message wasn’t as clean as it looked.

I had gone through the ...