Elara clutched the banister, her knuckles turning white as she strained to hear the conversation below. The hallway was dark enough to conceal her presence, allowing her to remain unnoticed on the landing.
"I'm not hiding, Sabrina," Damien replied, his tone clipped. "Just waiting for her to go to sleep."
Elara recognized the voice now—Damien's sister, Sabrina Thorne. Always outspoken, never one to soften her words.
"Same difference," Sabrina scoffed. "You're avoiding your wife. Not that I blame you. The whole arrangement is awkward."
"It's temporary," Damien said dismissively.
"How temporary? You've been stringing her along for years." Sabrina's heels clicked against the marble floor as she paced. "Vivienne mentioned you're meeting her tomorrow morning."
"I am."
"And Elara? What about her job at Thorne Industries?"
There was a pause before Damien answered, his voice lower. "I had Ethan terminate her employment last week."