MACEY

It took me thirty minutes to pull myself together after what happened in Damien’s office. Thirty minutes to look human again—to fix my hair, dab concealer under my eyes, and reapply lipstick so I didn’t look like someone who’d just had her heart sprinting through an obstacle course.

I took a deep breath before walking out of his office, forcing myself to focus on work, on emails, on literally anything that didn’t have to do with him. My heels clicked down the hall, steady ...