Chapter 9 What Is He Planning?
- Damien
- The cool, polished wood of my study desk was soothing under my fingers as I leaned back in my chair, letting the faint hum of the pack house fill the silence. The weight of leadership was something I wore like a second skin, but moments like this, alone in my office, were rare and welcome. Until, of course, the phone buzzed on my desk.
- I picked it up and pressed it to my ear. “Speak.”