Chapter 157 Here

• Damien Shaw
• I stand in front of the mirror, straightening my tie for what feels like the hundredth time. The hotel room is quiet and my reflection stares back at me. I tug at my collar, it feels like it's strangling me. I don't want to go to this charity auction, but I have no choice. There’s no avoiding it tonight.
• I haven’t been to the office in days. I’ve kept everyone at a distance, even Breonna. She’s been checking on me through my assistant, but I can’t face her. My head is still a mess. The thought of seeing her disapproving look or hearing her well-meaning advice.