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as his touch had been consuming. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart still racing, the memory of his fingers branded into her skin. What the hell had she just done? She sank into t

Phase Two... delivery scheduled... asset relocation..." The rest was smudged, but a name stood out: V. Kessler. No title, no context-just a name, underlined twice in red ink. Her stomach twisted. Was this what he didn't want her to see? She glanced at the door, half-expecting Damien to storm back in, catch her snooping. But the office stayed empty, the weight of his absence pressing down on her. She tucked the page into the stack, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to run-quit, forget the contract, forget his touch. But another part, the part still tingling from his grip, wanted to stay. To understand him. To unravel whatever he was hiding. Her phone buzzed, jolting her. A text from an unknown number: Be on time tomorrow. Wear black. No name, but she knew. Her thumb hovered over the screen, torn between replying and blocking it. She typed Yes, sir before she