They filed out into the corridor. Catherine and her team, Alexander, Marcus who had been standing by the door for the last forty minutes not saying anything.
Damien went last.
He stopped at the door.
"Damien," Aria said.
He turned.
She was sitting at the table with her notebook in front of her and the remains of four different people's coffee cups and the legal team's files spread across the surface, and she was looking at him with the particular expression she wore when she was about to say something she'd been working up to.
"Stay," she said.
He came back in.
He sat beside her.
She looked at the notebook.
