Not even close

Damien’s POV The glass walls of my office stood out from the city like a tower. New York flowed like water under me, nothing down there was truly random. I took my position at my desk with my laptop open, eyes fixed on numbers, reports, and projections. My hands moved skillfully while my mind stayed narrow. Focused, as if life after this did not exist. The secured line soon lit up. I didn’t look at the screen before answering. “Talk.” The voice on the other end was calm, and efficient. Definitely one of my upper-tier operatives. The kind that didn’t waste words. “She confirmed contact with outside intermediaries.” I kept my eyes on the screen. “She was preparing to move it tonight.” I didn’t interrupt. I didn’t ask questions. My fingers remained motionless on the keyboard for some time, then continued. I already knew what this meant. Bianca wasn’t acting from emotion anymore. Not grief. Not rage. She was escalating…calculating exits. Buying protection, leverage, and t