The flight from Madrid to Mallorca was short. Adrian hated that tonight. Usually, he appreciated efficiency. Tonight, he would have preferred another hour. Maybe two. Enough time to decide which version of himself should walk through the door when he arrived home. The husband who already knew what his wife had been trying to tell him for weeks? The father who knew Damian Dado was only a few hundred meters away from his son? Or the man who had spent twelve years preparing for a day he'd always hoped would never come? Across from him, Daniel worked through messages as if the world hadn't shifted beneath their feet. The acquisition had closed shortly after takeoff. Billions moved. Lawyers celebrated. Executives sent congratulations. Adrian answered almost none of them. “You just completed one
