Inside the lift, Damien’s jaw was tight, his thoughts far too loud.
“By the way, boss,” James said casually, as the elevator climbed. “About the mentorship you told the kid…”
Damien didn’t look up. “What about it?”
James raised a brow. “We don’t have that program.”
Damien didn’t miss a beat. “Then make it happen.”
James smirked and tapped a note into his tablet. “Thought you’d say that.”
The elevator opened on the top floor with a soft chime. The hallway was dim, most of the lights in energy-saving mode. A few weekend staff worked quietly in the far corners, too focused — or too scared to acknowledge Damien’s presence.
He entered his office without slowing down. The door closed behind him with a soft thud.
Silence.
He pulled off his blazer, tossed it over the back of a chair, and
