POV: Damien Steele
The whole world was talking about me.
Everywhere I looked—social media, news articles, business forums—my name was smeared in controversy. The scene at the restaurant, my fight with Daniel, and worst of all, the words I shouted at Sophie had spread like wildfire.
Stay away from my woman.
That one sentence had turned my already damaged reputation into a circus. Investors were questioning my decisions, board members were blowing up my phone, and Eleanor—oh, that devil—was probably loving every second of it.
Sophie had managed my scandals before, cleaned up my messes. Now she was the mess. And I had no idea how to fix it.
I sat behind my desk, swirling a glass of whiskey, staring at the city skyline through my floor-to-ceiling windows. It was past midnight, but I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept properly since arriving in Paris.
A knock on my office door made me groan. "What?"