Damon’s POV

“Aren't you leaving?” Hart asked as he walked into my office, an hour past six.

I shook my head. “Not yet. You can leave if you want to.”

“I still have some stuff to take care of.”

I nodded. “Be my guest then.” I said without looking up, my eyes pressed into the computer even after he walked out of the office.

“Not yet?” He asked, walking back to my office fifteen minutes past nine.

I shook my head without raising it up to glance at him. “No. You can ...