Riley
The moment I step into Damien's building on his arm, I can feel the tension in the air. The grand lobby is sleek and modern, with glass and steel reflecting the morning light, but it's the people, his employees, that catch my attention.
They're all so polished, so professional, moving with purpose as they go about their business. Except now, their focus has shifted, their eyes discreetly, or not so discreetly, following Damien and me as we walk through.
Some try to hide their curiosity, stealing glances when they think we're not looking, while others make it painfully obvious. It's like they can't help themselves, whispering as we pass by, their gazes flicking between Damien and me.
I can't blame them, really. I know what this must look like: Damien Frost walking into his empire with a woman on his arm who, up until recently, was only known as Callum Hawthorne's ex-fiancée. It's enough to set the rumor mill spinning.
