Damian's POV

The report landed on my desk at the end of the workday, handed over discreetly by the guard who rotated shifts at the café.

I opened the envelope, and as I read, a cold fury spread through me.

Sophie had gone to the café.

My jaw tightened, and my hands clenched around the paper. I didn't need many details to understand what she'd gone there to do. Sophie wasn't the kind of woman who wasted time on "innocent visits." If she'd walked through that door, it was to poison, threat