The office of Stone Global towered above Los Angeles, glass and marble polished to near perfection. Andrew Calloway walked through the lobby like he belonged there, tailored suit crisp, charm practiced. But beneath the smooth exterior, his thoughts were sharp, calculating.
He had gotten the latest update from Howard Batalon that morning - Aria was back in the city. That meant it was time to move forward. Time to see exactly what kind of man stood in his way.
At the top floor, Killian’s PA, Ed, opened the sleek glass door. “Mr. Stone will see you now.”
Andrew entered, his gaze sweeping across the big, up-to-date office - simple, commanding, a mirror of the man who stood at the window, his hands in his pockets, taking in the city view. Killian turned when he heard the door and gave a brie
