Damien’s POV

"Mr. Blackwell, the files you requested just arrived."

I looked up from my laptop as my assistant dropped another stack of files on my desk.

"Thanks," I said, but I wasn't city lights glowing through my apartment windows, and I was still at work, staring at the same spreadsheet for the last hour without actually reading it.

My tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, jacket thrown somewhere I couldn't remember.

One month in Singapore, and I still felt like I was barely keeping my ...