**CHERYL**

I could feel him.

Feel his burning gaze boring holes into the side of my face.

Damien Heron's gaze was that potent.

I had gone out of my way to make sure that I wouldn't cross paths with him today. I had forwarded all his pending important messages to his email, stole the opportunity when he was away on a meeting to sneak into his office, and dropped my weekly report on his table.

But I guess mother nature had other plans cause we are both currently sitting in the conference room courtesy of Mrs. Walter's—a very important client, insistence that I must be present for her meeting with...