Damien's pov

Seventeen days. Seventeen silent days.

I stared at the screen in front of me again, but all I could think about was her. Then David, my colleague, leaned into my office.

"Damien, do you have the Q4 projections ready?"

His tie was loose around his neck, looking as tired as I felt.

"Yeah," I said, glancing up from my laptop, "I'll send them over in an hour."

"Perfect, thanks."

He left, and I went back to staring at the screen, the numbers blurring together.

Seventeen ...