Revenge In A Suit And Tie

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h a thrill - and familiarized myself with the computer setup, email system, and calendar app. Everything was efficient. Organized. Ruthlessly streamlined. Just like Damon himself. I had just finished entering my credentials when a shadow fell across the desk. I looked up - and there he was. Damon Cross. When the sun glares down, even more intimidating. He wore a fitted black suit today: crisp, powerful, and dark eyes locked into mine with that same piercing focus. "You're early," he said. "I wanted to make sure I was fully prepared before we left for Chicago," I replied, standing. He barely lifted the corner of his mouth, the barest hint of a smile. "Good." He handed me a slim packet of documents. "Meeting agenda. Flight itinerary. Client profiles. Familiarize yourself before we land." I took the packet carefully,