Third Person POV.
Nathaniel stood in his grandfather's penthouse, his gaze fixed on the news. The company's stock had risen, and the government contract was back on track.
"See! Now you can put your full concentration on the company, not on that stripper who's bent on making life hell for the Harringtons." Arthur's voice boomed through the penthouse with a laugh.
Nathaniel's jaw clenched. For days he'd tried to erase her from his head, the same way he had the moment he'd first laid eyes on her. The same way he had when he'd realized whose daughter she really was. But this felt different. In his whole life, he'd never felt this broken. Not seeing her face, not hearing her voice for weeks, had changed something in him. His hands stayed laced on his knees, fingers tightening, holding back
