I reached for his hands, shocked by how cold his fingers were.
“No, you are not finished,” I said firmly. “You’re the man who built an empire from nothing. You’re not done yet, Daniel. You don’t just give up.”
He looked at our joined hands, then back at me. He took a long, shaky breath and squeezed my fingers.
“You’re right,” he muttered, his jaw tightening. “He thinks he won. But I didn't give that mole the real location. I gave him a dummy site. I hid the real contract in a private vault. Trust before I turned myself in for that arson charge. I thought I was being clever. I thought I was being safe.”
“We’ll go there together,” I said firmly. “Now.”
The taxi ride to the financial district felt like it took a lifetime. I watched the streetlights blur into long ribbons of yellow gold
