THIRD PERSON's POV.
His eyes filled with rage as he watched the news anchor lay out the project details and the government contract terms, photographs of the very files he'd left behind at Nathalie's apartment flashing across the screen. His hand tightened around the remote until the plastic groaned.
His brows drew tight, hands raking through his hair, while his grandfather's voice kept booming through the phone speaker, ranting about the family name being dragged through the mud ever since Nathaniel had met her.
"I WANT YOU IN THE PENTHOUSE." Arthur commanded, then hung up.
But Nathaniel didn't move. His bluish eyes stayed dark, fixed on the spokesperson still talking on-screen.
His phone buzzed again. He lowered it slowly, realizing he'd never actually brought it down from his ear a
