"Your coffee, PARTNER!"
Damien leaned back in his leather chair, his irritation still simmering beneath the surface. Arabella's presence in his office always managed to throw him off balance, no matter how many times she managed to surprise him. He couldn't deny that her ability to push his buttons intrigued him.
The office around them was a testament to Damien's success. The sleek, modern design exuded an air of power and prestige. The glass walls offered a view of the city skyline that was almost as breathtaking as Arabella's audacity.
As Arabella placed the coffee in front of him, he noticed the care she took in arranging it perfectly, a contrast to her usually carefree demeanor. Her bandaged hand, still healing from some undisclosed incident, stood out like a sore thumb. Damien couldn't help but wonder what had happened, even if he tried to suppress his concern.
