CHAPTER 155: USE CONTRACEPTIVES

DAMIAN "Damian? Damian!" Philip's voice cut through my fog of thoughts, but it didn't reach me. I sat at the head of the table, hands folded on the polished surface, staring straight ahead without seeing anything. Philip kept talking about analytics and social media reach, but I couldn't focus. "Damian!" His voice rose, and I blinked, realizing the entire room was staring at me. I swallowed my Adam's apple bobbing and cleared my throat, trying to rejoin the conversation. "I—uh, yeah. Sorry." My voice was rougher than I intended as if I'd forgotten how to speak. Julie, sitting to my right, immediately intervened. "I think that's enough for today, gentlemen. Damian isn't feeling well. We'll reschedule." Her tone was smooth, almost too professional. She stood up, signaling the end of the meeting, and the IT personnel began packing their things. Philip gave me a concerned look, his brow furrowed, but he said nothing. He left, and the door clicked shut behind them, leaving just Julie a