Rico’s POV
I could not concentrate. Every file on my desk blurred together and every sound in the office felt too loud for my liking. Javier’s words were still running on my mind and it was too hard to shake off.
Caspian was alive? I had personally tossed a handful of sand in his grave. The thought made my chest tighten and my fingers tap against the edge of my desk as I felt the same jab of pain I had felt that day.
“Mr Zane,” my secretary called softly from behind the door, “you have a meeting in an hour. Shall I prepare?”
“No,” I said without thinking. “I’m leaving,” I said sharply, keeping my tone even though my mind was elsewhere. “Leave the reports on my desk. I’ll handle them from home.”
She nodded, glancing at me curiously. “Are you feeling well, Sir? It is an important meet
