Damian’s office looked like the command center of a private empire: walls of glass, a table long enough to seat a board of directors, the skyline laid out like conquered territory.

He gestured toward a chair. “Sit. We have numbers to review.”

Aria settled in, uncrossed her legs, and pulled out her phone. “Sure.”

Damian tapped a screen, bringing up charts and projections. “Quarterly profits are up nine percent. The Singapore expansion is ahead of schedule, but supply chain costs—”

Aria scrolled through her messages, barely glancing up. In my past life, she thought, I would’ve been leaning forward, asking questions, memorizing every figure just to keep him impressed.

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