Ashcroft’s eyes widened.
For the first time all morning, he looked genuinely alarmed.
Damien ignored it.
“Look, man, for the love of God, I’ll say this one last time—if you like Harper, you better man up and do something about it before it’s too late.”
That landed, because coming from Damien of all people, it sounded almost absurd—and somehow serious.
Before Ashcroft could respond, a knock sounded at the door.
Damien looked up.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and James stepped inside, a tablet in one hand and two garment bags draped over the other arm.
“Sir, everything is ready.”
He moved toward the seating area and placed the garment bag carefully on the couch.
“These are your security uniforms. All important meetings have been rescheduled as instructed, except one—just a touch-bas
