Aria's POV
An hour later, I realized Damian would need his bandages changed.
I made my way back downstairs, following the sound of Damian's voice to his office. The door was ajar, and I could hear him on the phone, his tone cold and commanding.
"I don't care what excuses they have. The shipment needs to be rerouted by tomorrow, or I'll find new suppliers. Am I clear?"
A pause.
"Good. And send me the updated reports by tonight. I want to review everything before the meeting."
I knocked softly and pushed the door open. He looked up, his expression softening instantly when he saw me.
"I'll call you back," he said into the phone, then ended the call without waiting for a response. "Come here."
"I'm here to change your bandages," I said, crossing to where he sat behind
