Chapter 23
Bryan’s POV The lobby smelled like money and polish. Same as always. The secretary greeted him by name—smiled too warmly, like she didn’t know he wasn’t just Jace’s friend anymore. Richard Callahan’s door was already cracked open. A rare thing. The man usually kept himself barricaded behind power and mahogany. “Mr. Callahan is expecting someone?” she asked. Bryan offered a tight smile. “Just stopping by. Jace said he left something here.” It was a lie. But the kind Richard had always taught people like them to use: polite, convenient, impossible to argue. She let him in. Richard looked up, surprised—but not displeased. “Bryan. Something wrong with Jace?” he asked, motioning to the seat across from him. Bryan didn’t sit. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You know,” he sa
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