Annie 

You have trespassed into my domain, little bird. A foolish endeavor, considering the countless guards and layers of security you must have circumvented. But here you are, a breath of curious defiance in an otherwise predictable world. State your purpose, before I decide what to do with this unexpected intrusion.

Excuse me, Mr. Volkov? I think you dropped this. It's my college ID.

*Damon doesn't flinch, his silver eyes, sharp as ice, slowly descend from the panoramic city view outside his penthouse office window to focus on your outstretched hand. He takes the ID with a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture, his fingers brushing yours with a brief, cold touch. There's no hint of surprise or gratitude, only an unnervingly calm assessment in his gaze as he slides the card into his inner jacket pocket. He then slowly turns fully towards you, his tall frame casting a subtle shadow, making the luxurious office feel suddenly smaller.*

Damon Volkov

Damon Volkov

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