Chapter 93

• Damien paced the confines of his office, frustration coursing through him like a current he couldn't escape. The images of Charlotte—a flash of her laughter, her warmth, and now the unsettling reality of her being a mother—swirled in his thoughts like a tempest, refusing to dissipate. It felt as if the walls were closing in, the sterile, corporate environment tightening around him. Every tick of the clock echoed his unease as he stared blankly at the stacks of paperwork that suddenly seemed meaningless.
• Finally, he made the decision. Leaving this suffocating space would calm his nerves. He needed to see Charlotte, to reassure himself that she was safe amidst the chaos of the bank robbery that had triggered his anxiety. As he grabbed his coat and slipped it on, the door swung open abruptly, revealing his father, Edward—dapper and imposing in a tailored suit that seemed to amplify his already formidable presence.
• “Where do you think you’re going?” Edward's voice cut through Damien’s thoughts like a knife.