THE HIDDEN HEIRESS

cold that only the city's most

l lights, and the hum of the air conditioner wa

monument to power his power. And now, she

e floor. The nerves in her stomach twisted like a knot, but she couldn't let them show. Sh

kable. She was no longer the innocent woman w

signed to keep her hidden from the world that had tried to erase her existence. And in this world, where w

an W

smoothing it down over the dress that she ha

n't respect weakness. They thrived on it. And she

s walls and the rows of workers typing away at their desks. Each one of them was a cog in the machine

heels clicking loudly in the silent spa

ne d

knew who

tant in a long line of assistants who wo

e to assist. She wa

jar. She didn't knock. Instead, she stepped inside, her heart beat

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seled jawline that looked like it could cut glass, and dark hair t

nd his eyes cold, calculating never once lif

voice steady despite the ne

returning to the screen. "You're late." Lana's brea

t hers, and she felt as though he was looking straight throu

a seat across from him, the silence st

ptop with practiced indifference. Lana clenched her fists under the des

nor affect her. Not when she was so cl

mian spoke again. "Did you bring the report I asked for?"

at she hadn't even thought to prepare. She fumbled through her bag, pulling out

t. He simply pushed it aside, making

, you're of no use to me." Lana's breath caught in her throat. His wo

imate her. It was

id, her voice unwavering. Damian's lips curled into a snee

l find yourself out of a job." Lana didn

r, break her down. But she couldn't allow that to happen. She had a l

, folding his arms across his c

" Lana stood up, h

sed on her, and a small, twisted part of her wondered if he knew-if he had already

she b

she fig

mind racing. This was only the beginning. But she wouldn't l

She couldn't afford to be weak. And she couldn't afford to fall into his games