Damian's eyelids flipped open as he returned to the familiar sight of his office, dyed amber by the rays of the setting sun pouring in from the window wall behind him. From his chair, he could hear almost everything happening between the 18th floor and perhaps the 22nd or 23rd. He wasn't entirely sure.
Regardless, this was one of the main reasons he wanted an isolated place to live with his wives. A place where they wouldn't have to constantly tune out the world just to avoid hearing people breathe.
Ding! Ding!
Damian's phone buzzed. He picked it up and was immediately greeted by the distant sound of traffic, followed by Hazel and Ruby laughing somewhere in the background.
"Errm… we are going shopping for things we need in the kitchen because we are having a visitor over soon. Hazel said we need to look normal so we don't scare her off." Racheal's low voice came through the phone, causing a smile to bloom across his face.
