"Yes." I don't look up from my laptop. Instead, I continue to update my calendar in preparation for my upcoming trip. "Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Hugh sits across from me. Rolling my eyes and sighing, I turn in my chair to look at him. "Where are you going?" He doesn't wait for me to answer his first question. "I have some… personal business to attend to." Picking up a pen, I start going through proposals for Mrs. Shaw to redraft before I leave. "What the hell is that?" I look up from the papers and follow his line of sight. He's looking at my hand — my left hand. "A ring," I answer. "Damon?" Hugh pushes. I drop the pen and run my hands over my face as I relax back in my leather office chair. "What, Hugh?" I snap. "That's not your old ring, is it?" "No, of course not," I growl.
