“Babe, come downstairs,” Selene called out, already halfway up the stairs. “We have a visitor.”

Damian looked up from his phone.

“A visitor? Who?”

“Just come down,” she said impatiently. “You ask too many questions.”

Before he could protest, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him along. Damian sighed but followed.

In the living room, a woman in a beige suit sat upright on the couch, tablet balanced neatly on her lap.

Selene beamed.

“Sit. Sit.”

Damian lowered himself into the armchair, already sensing trouble.

The woman stood immediately.

“Good afternoon, sir.”

“Good afternoon,” Damian replied politely.

Selene slipped her arm around his, practically clinging to him.

“Babe, this is...