DAMI’S POV

The next morning came quietly. Sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains. I stood before the mirror, buttoning my red silk blouse, trying to convince myself that today would be just another ordinary day at work.

My reflection looked composed, even elegant, but beneath it all, a faint thrum of unease whispered against my ribs.

Everything was supposed to be fine now.

The threats were handled. The security was tighter.

Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something ...