Chapter Four: Unraveling Armor
The morning light spilled into Damon Wolfe's office like an intruder. I sat at the edge of his sleek leather sofa, heart pounding as I waited for the day's brutal schedule to begin. The silence between us was heavy—more than just the absence of words.
Damon paced slowly by the windows, fingers tapping a sharp rhythm against the glass. For the first time, his icy exterior showed cracks—a restless energy I hadn't seen before.
"Tell me," he said suddenly, not looking at me. "Why do you keep showing up? Why don't you just walk away?"
I met his gaze, steady despite the storm inside. "Because I have to. Because I want to prove I'm not the mistake you think I am."
He laughed, low and harsh, but there was no humor in it. "You're stubborn."
"Maybe," I said. "But I'm not scared of you."
For a moment, he looked almost... human.
The tension between us shifted. No longer just boss and employee, or enemies clashing in a corporate battlefield. Something raw and dangerous simmered beneath the surface.
Then the phone rang, breaking the fragile moment. Damon answered quickly, his expression darkening.
I saw it—the weight of decisions, the loneliness behind the power.
When he hung up, he finally faced me fully.
"Business never stops," he said. "Neither does the war I'm fighting."
I nodded, understanding that beneath his ruthless CEO mask was a man fighting battles I couldn't see.
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That day, I realized that this wasn't just a job. It was a war for control, trust, and maybe something more.
And for once, I was ready to fight.