Chapter 43 Tension?

• Damon’s POV
• It had been hours. Literal hours of boardroom silence, strategic headaches, and pretending like my back didn’t feel like a wooden board. I had practically merged with my office chair—me and this leather throne? We were one now.
• Harper had been pacing the room earlier, phone pressed to his ear, whispering sweet nothings to Vicky like a teenage boy with a crush. The man was smitten, which would’ve been cute if he wasn’t taking calls in my office like it was some kind of dating hotline.