Damian's Pov
"Mia," I said, glancing up from the email drafts scattered across my desk, "did you get the list I sent you?"
She nodded, tablet in hand, always efficient, always composed. "Yes, sir. You want all the items delivered to Dr. Lawson's address this morning?"
"Right." I leaned back, rubbing my temple. "Keep it subtle. No press, no note, nothing that screams 'grand gesture.' It should be just… thoughtful."
She hesitated. "May I ask what we're sending exactly?"
"A few things she likes," I said simply. "White orchids, that rare candle brand she used to buy, and the books she mentioned wanting last year. Add the new one by Alan Reaves too."
Mia's eyes flickered with curiosity, but she didn't press. "Of course. Should I include your name on the card?"
I paused, then shook my head. "No name. I think she would know."
Mia typed something quickly. "And the address?"
I gave her the details, watching the faintest ghost of a smile tug at her lips. "You're smirking."
