Damian's Pov
I'm speed-walking through the parking lot but my head is still trapped in that boardroom. Deadlines are stacked like threats and investors pretending to care. And then the final blow delivered casually... moving the wedding forward. For the company's stability.
Translation: Marry her faster and keep the stock up.
The air in here is thick, stale and reeks of engine oil which sticks to my lungs. I fumble with my keys, jabbing the remote too hard. I miss the unlock button. Press it again. Miss it again.
"Come on," I grit under my breath.
The car finally chirps open somewhere in the distance. I close the distance, yank the door wide and drop into the seat like I just escaped something feral. My hands grip the steering wheel like it personally offended me. My pulse is still racing, told fast.
Bzzzzz...
The vibration against my arm makes me jump.
