Elena’s pov

I was halfway through reviewing some documents when Patricia knocked on my office door.

“Bellmont’s representative is here. Damien is with her.”

I looked up from the papers.

“Alright. Send them in, please.”

A moment later, the door opened, and Damien walked in alongside a woman I hadn’t met before.

She was elegantly dressed in a fitted navy-blue suit, her dark hair falling neatly over her shoulders. There was a quiet confidence in the way she carried herself, and ...