And last to enter was James.
Earlier, before the team had dispersed, Damien had given James a direct order: attend the contract meeting.
Damien had made it clear—he wanted him there. No room for negotiation.
Eyes on Ethan. Every move. Every word. No detail too small.
Whatever Ethan was here for, Damien wasn’t about to take chances—not when something already felt off. He wanted a close eye in the room for any surprises.
The glass doors slid shut behind them with a quiet hiss.
Inside the sleek conference room, the polished mahogany table gleamed under the soft overhead lights. Ethan’s manager—a sharp-faced woman in a tailored suit—placed a leather portfolio on the table and began laying out the final details of the contract.
Trina stayed poised, tablet in hand, her eyes flicking betwe
