Reid
The photo showed up in my inbox at noon.
The subject line was neutral — Managing Optics — but the attachment hit like a punch to the gut.
I shouldn’t have opened it. Should’ve let my PR team handle whatever crisis they were warning me about and focused on the Zurich deal. But my gut told me this wasn’t about business.
And my gut was right.
Fallon’s face filled my screen — all sunlight and easy laughter, her head tilted back, her hair spilling over one bare shoulder. She looked… happy.
And she wasn’t alone.
The guy sitting next to her was tall, broad, and entirely too comfortable in her space. His arm rested casually along the back of her chair, his body angled toward hers like he belonged there. Like he had every right to be close to her.
My jaw clenched.
My eyes stayed locke
