DAMI’S POV

The calls wouldn’t stop, i kept making one calls to another. My office felt smaller than usual, the walls too close, the air too warm, and every ring that came through my phone sounded like someone knocking a hammer against my skull.

I pressed the device to my ear again, forcing my voice to remain professional. “Yes, Mr. Linton, I understand the situation. I just want to be sure if this is truly your final decision?”

On the other end, there was only the heavy breath of ...