Cassian's POV
Even her name lingered differently in my mind. She was different; she wasn't scared, she wasn't careless with words; every word she said stuck. Her features were soft and delicate, like those of a flower petal.
I couldn't concentrate for a while, and didn't hear when Liam called me.
"Boss?" Liam's voice finally pulled me out of the haze. "Did you want to review the reports from the southern office?"
I nodded and reached for the papers he handed across the table. Numbers, shipments, profit margins, coded messages. The lifeblood of the Damien dynasty.
Yet, even as I scanned the lines, I could still see the way Celine's shoulders had squared when she spoke to me. She didn't know how to hide her thoughts; her eyes always gave it out.
"Something wrong?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow.
I looked up sharply. "No," my expression was cold as usual.
He hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Forgive me, but you seem distracted. That's not like you."
