Dami’s POV

“Are you okay?” Doman’s voice was calm, but the concern in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

I looked up from the documents scattered across my desk, offering a small smile. “I’m fine.”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the edge of my desk like he always did when he didn’t believe me. “You always say that when you’re not fine.”

“I’m serious,” I insisted, though my voice wavered slightly. “I just needed to breathe after what happened with ...