Anya and Damien were having dinner at an exclusive restaurant. The soft glow of candlelight cast a romantic ambiance, but Anya's mind was far from the present moment. She was preoccupied , thinking about what Sarah had said.
As they dined, Damien, oblivious to her thoughts, spoke about his day. He discussed business deals, company strategies, and the challenges he faced. Anya listened politely, her expression carefully neutral. She was waiting for the right moment to strike.
"I've been thinking," Damien said, breaking the silence. "Perhaps we should spend more time together. Maybe a weekend getaway?"
Anya's heart skipped a beat. A weekend getaway? Was this a trap? A test? She had to be careful. "I don't know, Damien," she replied, her voice hesitant. "I'm quite busy with work."
Damien's brow furrowed. "You're always busy. Can't you take a break? We could use some time to reconnect."
Anya hesitated, then nodded. "Perhaps," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
As the dinner came to an end, Anya knew that the game was far from over. She had to remain vigilant, to anticipate Damien's next mov. She would not let him control her, would not let him dictate her destiny. She was in control, and she would use every tool at her disposal to achieve her goals.
What was his plan? Rumors has said he was brutal and cold hearted while was he acting cool with her .