Kaelen POV
I arrive at the office early today.
The sun has not fully risen. The city is still gray, half asleep. My car pulls into the underground garage. The engine cuts off. Silence fills the space like water.
I sit in the back seat for a moment, staring at the concrete wall. My mind is nowhere. It is at the mansion. With her.
Naomi.
I left her crying in her room. Henderson took her phone. The doors are locked. She is safe. But she is not happy.
I push the thought away and step out of the car.
The elevator carries me to the top floor. The doors open. The hallway is long, quiet, lined with glass walls and expensive art. My footsteps echo on the marble.
My assistant, Clara, is not at her desk yet. She comes in at nine. I am early. Too early. I could not sleep.
I walk toward my off
