Elena's POV

"Wait, look at this."

Damien leaned forward, his finger tracing a line in one of the contracts spread across my desk.

We'd been at this for maybe twenty minutes now, sitting across from each other in silence, searching for a solution. Anything.

The only sounds were the soft rustle of paper and the low hum of the air conditioner overhead. The office felt completely cut off from the world outside, just us and these endless documents between us.

"What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, ...