Raphael’s POV
Rain hammered the penthouse windows like it was trying to break inside.
I stood in the living room, staring at the city lights smeared across the glass. My phone sat silent on the marble counter. No new messages from Liana since her short text: Can’t make dinner. Something came up. Sorry.
I checked the time again. 8:20 p.m.
The reservation at Le Gavroche was long gone. I had called to cancel. The host had sounded almost sympathetic.
I wasn’t hungry.
My stomach was knotted too tight to eat.
The day had been endless, board meetings, investor calls, the patent fight with Blaise Corps still breathing down my neck. Elena had sent an update: the code was stronger now. Marcus said the legal papers were ready to file. Jackson was monitoring their public announcements.
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