nt. The details of the event were laid out in stark black and white, yet they told her little. The fundraiser was to be held in two week

er career. But her mind kept drifting back to the photograph

was

and unease. It wasn't just the resemblance; it was the way Damien had l

houghts. She glanced at the screen and s

, forcing a cheerful

ment. "You've been dodging my calls. Spill. How did the meeting wi

ll laugh. "He's...inten

xclaimed. "So? Did

air. "He wants me to plan an event for him first. A f

then paused. "Wait. Why do

fore she could stop them. "Lily, there's something strange about this whole thing. Last night at h

e other end before Lily said, "Wa

me do a double take. And when I asked h

voice cautious. "You sure this guy does

the thought had crossed her mind. "But there

nd if he turns out to be some kind of billionaire

despite herself

w that billionaire w

of determination. Whatever secrets Damien Blake wa

state, the venue for Damien's fundraiser. The sprawling mansion was a testament to old

plans. She was reviewing the layout with the estate's

s Ha

manding as always. Dressed in a tailored suit, he exuded an

h a polite nod. "I was just going ov

ng the room before landing back on h

icularly the seating arrangements and the guest flow. With a guest l

ng would gladly stab the other half in the back if given t

't help but smil

ng from the floral arrangements to the security measures. Despite his gu

allroom, Damien turned to her. "There

t is

and walked down a corridor lined with portraits of stern-looking aristocrats. At the

with bookshelves. But it wasn't the books that caught her a

e didn't recognize. Others were more recent, i

ere were th

e pinned alongside the photos, their bold l

IEN BLAKE GRIEVES FI

VANISHES DAYS

DISAPPEARANCE

d ran cold as sh

eyes darting to the photograph o

g behind her. "She disappeared three years ago, ju

ind racing. "And you think...what?

, but there was a flicker of somet

ut the resemblance isn't a coin

, her heart pounding

ing for answers. And then you walk into my office, looking like her, s

ing. "I don't know what to tell you, Damie

ident. "Maybe not. But I need to know the truth. And i

ound her, the weight of Damien

me?" she asked, her voice

oser, his gaze bu

've had in years," he said. "An