The Devils Office

Cecilia’s pulse thundered in her ears, but she refused to let Damon Sinclair see the effect he had on her. She had faced powerful men before, men who thought they could control her with a smirk and a well-placed threat.

Damon was different.

He wasn’t just powerful—he was the kind of man who could shatter a person without ever raising his voice.

She met his gaze, keeping her expression neutral. “A proposition? I wasn’t aware we were doing business.”

Damon smirked, slow and knowing. “Aren’t we?”

Cecilia exhaled through her nose, forcing herself to relax. “And what exactly are you offering, Mr. Sinclair?”

He moved to the sleek bar in the corner of his office, pouring himself a drink. The amber liquid sloshed against the glass as he lifted it to his lips.

“I know you’re investigating me.”

Her fingers twitched, but she didn’t react. “That’s quite an accusation.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and rich. “Please. A woman like you doesn’t just stumble into my gala.” He took a slow sip before setting his glass down. “You’re here for a reason, and I’d rather know what you want before things get… complicated.”

Cecilia tilted her head. “And if I said I was just a journalist looking for a good story?”

Damon stepped closer, closing the space between them with a single stride.

“You’d be lying.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down.

“Let’s say you’re right,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “Let’s say I am looking into you. What happens next? You threaten me? Try to scare me off?”

Damon chuckled again, this time with something darker behind it. “I don’t do threats, Miss Monroe. I do… arrangements.”

Her brow arched. “Arrangements?”

He nodded. “I have information. Stories. The kind of things journalists dream of exposing.”

Cecilia narrowed her eyes. “And you’re just offering them to me?”

Damon smirked. “Under one condition.”

Here it was. The catch.

She folded her arms. “And what’s that?”

Damon leaned in, so close she could smell the whiskey on his breath.

“You work for me.”

A sharp thrill shot through her, though whether from excitement or fear, she wasn’t sure.

Cecilia forced out a laugh. “You want to hire the person investigating you? That’s bold, even for you.”

Damon smirked. “Bold is what keeps me alive.”

She studied him, searching for the angle. He was playing a game, but she hadn’t figured out the rules yet.

“I’d be a terrible employee,” she said finally.

Damon’s smirk deepened. “You wouldn’t be an employee, Miss Monroe.” His voice dropped lower. “You’d be mine.”

A shiver ran down her spine, though she refused to show it.

This was dangerous. Stupid. Reckless.

And she was intrigued.

Cecilia lifted her chin. “And if I refuse?”

Damon exhaled, as if amused by her defiance. “Then I suppose I’ll have to find other ways to keep you close.”

She swallowed. Hard.

Damon Sinclair was dangerous.

But so was she.

And she was about to find out which one of them would break first.

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