Daniel.
By the time I got home that night, I was exhausted.
Not physically.
Physically, I could survive seventy-hour workweeks without much issue.
Mentally, though?
That was different.
Because for some reason, no matter how many meetings I sat through or how many reports I signed, my mind kept circling back to Amelia.
To the press conference.
To the photographs.
To the way Nathaniel Vaughn had looked at her in front of the entire world without even a hint of embarrassment.
The penthouse lights were already on when I stepped inside.
Sophia’s voice reached me before I even loosened my tie.
“I told Elise the champagne arrangements need to be redone because the crystal selection looked cheap—”
She stopped the second she noticed me walking in.
Then frowned.
“You’re late.”
I move
