Damon's POV

"Aren't you going home?" Hart asked as he walked into my office, checking the time on his watch.

I shook my head. "Not yet. I still have a lot to do." I replied, picking up a document from my desk without knowing what it was.

I didn't care what it was. As long as it made me look busy, that was enough for me.

"What do you have to do?" Hart asked, chuckling.

His voice sounded like he was mocking me and I lifted my head to stare at him and realized that he was indeed mocking me. His ...