Elena’s POV

Stella stared fixedly at Damien, waiting for the moment his expression would twist in disgust.

She had arranged everything so neatly: a crowded exit, several male colleagues, a car door held open as though for a date, and the perfect angle for Damien to see it all. In her mind, he would instantly assume the worst about me. He always did.

But when she looked at him again, her confidence collapsed.

Damien didn’t react.

He didn’t tense. He didn’t frown. He didn’t even ...