205

Damien 205.

As I stormed out of the office building, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Anger, frustration, confusion – they all mingled together in a tangled mess, leaving me feeling like a man on the brink of losing control.

I barely registered the curious glances of my nosy secretary as I passed by her desk, my jaw clenched tight with barely contained rage. She tried to call out to me, to ask if everything was okay, but I ignored her, my focus solely on escaping the suffocating confines of the office and the weight of Emilio's proposition that hung heavy over my head.

I reached my car, my hands shaking with barely contained fury as I fumbled for my keys. But before I could even unlock the door, a voice cut through the silence, stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Damián."

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I slowly turned to face the source of the voice. Emilio stood before me, his expression unreadable as he regarded me with a mix of ap