Grace took a step back. “Mr. Clarke, rule number one of our agreement.”
Damien’s hand fell to his side. He gave a bitter smile. “Your hair was just messy… Fine, I won’t touch. This even—Ms. Hart, dinner tonight? To celebrate the success of the first phase of testing?”
“I’m busy.”
Grace’s refusal was swift and final. “I have several data sets to run. I’ll be pulling an all-nighter in the lab.”
“Then I’ll stay with you.”
“I don’t need you to. Your presence will be a distraction.”
“Then I’ll wait for you in my office. I won’t go in or bother you, is that okay?” Damien’s voice held a hint of pleading.
Grace glanced at him, ultimately unable to say anything harsher.
“Do what you want.”
Watching Grace’s back as she left with her files, Damien sighed.
This road to winning her back was going to be a long and arduous journey.
***
Two in the morning.
Damien finished the last acquisition file and rubbed his throbbing temples.
He stood up, poured a glass of warm water, and gently pushed open the door to the adjacent lab.
The lab was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the equipment.
Grace was slumped over the desk, fast asleep.
Her workspace was covered in blueprints and data reports. The computer screen was still on, displaying a complex three-dimensional model.
She was exhausted.
This past week, she had barely gotten any proper sleep.
She was working herself to the bone, desperate to meet the deadline and, more importantly, to numb herself with work.
Damien tiptoed to her side.

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