Damian’s POV
Maya had finally run out of things to say about candy.
For nearly twenty minutes straight, she had held court in the center of my corporate fortress, explaining with absolute authority why yellow lemon drops beat strawberry drops hands down, why her brother Leo was far too serious for his own good, and why adults always seemed to make terrible, grumpy choices whenever their stomachs were empty.
I had listened to every single word.
That single fact alone proved how completely upside down my entire world had turned over the course of a single afternoon. My life ran on exact schedules, strict military discipline, and absolute, unyielding control.
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I hated delays, unexpected interruptions, and strangers touching my personal belongings without permission. My staff knew bett
