By the time we reached Vale Tower, the sky over London was an iron gray, heavy and unforgiving. The building loomed like a monument to Damian's power - glass and steel, immaculate, untouchable. Until today.

The lobby was chaos. Reporters shouted questions; cameras flashed like lightning. Damian walked through them without flinching, security pushing back the storm. Every inch of him looked controlled - his dark suit perfect, his expression unreadable - but I could feel the fury simmering ...