Chapter 106: Thinking about Marie

Damian I stared blankly at the files Selina had sent over. Critical documents, crucial to my plan to bring down Gregory, lay scattered across my desk, but I couldn’t focus on any of them. My mind was elsewhere—Marie. I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the headache that had been building all morning. My fist clenched the pen in my hand, knuckles white with the force of my grip. The more I tried to push thoughts of her away, the stronger they came back. Something was wrong. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, a gnawing unease that wouldn’t let go. The information Selina had provided about her was scant, almost as if she had disappeared like she didn’t exist at all. A woman like Marie, always so vibrant and full of life, couldn’t just fade into the background like that. There was no way she wasn’t hiding something, and I needed to find out what it was. My thoughts narrowed in on the last time we had spoken. I replayed our conversation, searching for clues, but there was noth