Damian’s POV
Marcus caught up with me the second I stepped out of the large conference room doors.
“The trade partner from Kingsley has left, Alpha,” Marcus reported, walking swiftly beside me down the wide hallway. “The signed papers will arrive at your desk before the end of the day.”
“Good.”
I adjusted my silver cufflinks and headed straight toward specialized private elevators. The morning meeting had dragged on much longer than necessary, and I was ready to return to my desk for work that actually mattered.
“There is one more thing,” Marcus added, hesitation creeping into his voice.
“If this is about the waterfront project at the docks, send it to the site manager.”
“It is not about the waterfront. It concerns the little girl from the hotel.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
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