Damien's POV

"Blackwell, can you drop these off on twelve?"

I looked up from my desk as my supervisor, Marcus zen, dropped a stack of files in front of me.

"Sure," I said, grabbing them, "What are they?"

"Quarterly reports for Henderson," he said, already walking away.

"Meeting room C."

I stood up and tucked the files under my arm, glancing at my watch.

Five thirty already, most people were already heading out for the day.

I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button for the ...