Chapter 7 The Dangerous Offer

Damien's office towered above the city, a structure of glass and steel that seemed to slice through the night sky. Elena stepped inside and felt the quiet weight of power settle over her shoulders. The air was still, the room vast, and the city lights glittered like a thousand watching eyes.

Damien stood by the window, hands in his pockets, every inch the powerful man the world whispered about. He turned slowly when she entered, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her heart stumble.

"You came," he said, his voice steady and controlled, yet carrying a warmth she did not expect. "Good. It means you are willing to listen."

Elena inhaled and steadied herself. "You sounded urgent on the phone. What is this about?"

He motioned for her to sit, then walked around his desk with slow, deliberate steps. "I want to offer you a partnership," he said. "Not in the romantic sense, unless you desire that path. What I offer is independence. Power. Freedom from Richard."

Her breath caught for a moment. The words were bold, almost reckless. "You do not even know me," she replied.

Damien's eyes darkened. "I know enough. I watched you at the engagement party. Everyone else saw a quiet girl trying to survive. I saw something very different. When you confronted Sophia, you did not tremble. You chose the perfect moment to expose her. That takes composure and a sharp mind."

Elena shifted in her seat. Compliments from Damien felt strange, almost dangerous. "You think one act of bravery means I am ready to take you on as a partner?"

"No," he said. "That act only confirmed what I already suspected."

He sat back, fingers steepled, gaze trained on her with a focus that felt almost physical. "Someone has been trying to corner Richard. Someone with enough skill to remain hidden. Someone who knows how to pull strings quietly. I have been watching this scheme unfold for months, and suddenly, you begin digging into Richard's accounts. That is not a coincidence, Elena."

A chill slid down her spine. "I am not the one sabotaging him," she said firmly.

Damien nodded once. "I know. But whoever is behind it will eventually try to use you. Richard is vulnerable right now. The attack is coming from someone he trusts."

Sophia.

The name echoed in her mind like a warning bell.

Damien continued, "You want to protect yourself. I can give you the means to do that. If you work with me, I can shield you from Richard, from the media storms, from whoever is trying to drag him under. And you can continue uncovering what he hides without him noticing."

Elena swallowed hard. She was drawn to the promise of power, yet wary of his motives. Damien Blackwood did nothing without an agenda. "Why me? You could hire investigators, lawyers, entire teams to do whatever you want."

A faint smile touched his lips. "Because they are not you. You have a reason to stay close to Richard, and that makes you valuable. You also have something they lack."

"And what is that?" she asked.

"Instinct," he replied softly. "You do not flinch from the truth, even when it hurts."

Elena felt her pulse quicken. His words were persuasive, dangerous in their seduction. She wanted freedom, she wanted control, but she did not want to become a pawn in Damien's world.

Before she could respond, the faint sound of movement echoed from outside the office door. Damien's gaze snapped toward it, irritation flashing across his face.

He rose and walked to the door with swift, silent steps. When he opened it, the hallway was empty.

But Elena knew better.

Richard was watching. She felt it like a cold breath on her neck.

Damien shut the door and turned back to her. "You are running out of time, Elena. Richard is becoming unstable. His jealousy will not simmer quietly."

Her hands curled slightly in her lap. "I need to think about your offer."

Damien walked closer and stopped before her, his presence overwhelming yet magnetic. "Think quickly," he murmured. "Fate does not wait forever."

As she stepped out of his office into the night air, Elena sensed the war that was about to unfold. And she had just stepped into the middle of it.