(Ethan's POV)
I stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, my reflection a ghost against the city skyline. The coffee in my hand has gone cold. I don't remember making it.
My phone sits on the desk behind me, dark and accusatory. No calls. No texts. Nothing from Sabrina since she told me goodbye in that gallery, her voice so flat and final it felt like a door slamming in my face.
Three days. It's been three days since I watched her walk away, and I still feel the phantom weight of her in my arms when we danced. Still taste the wine on her lips. Still see the exact moment her trust in me shattered.
"Mr. Hale?"
Freya's voice makes me turn. She's hovering in the doorway, tablet clutched to her chest like a shield.
"The board meeting starts in twenty minutes."
"Cancel it."
"Si
