ZOE’S POV
The office was already buzzing when we arrived, the kind of organized chaos that came with launching something bold and new. Owen had built this place from scratch, I had only joined him in the completion, a couple of weeks ago. After all the late-night meetings and planning. Every inch of it now reflected power—and soon, it would reflect justice.
Around 3:15, Owen’s receptionist spoke over the intercom.
“Mr. Perkins is here to see you.”
“Perfect. Send him in.”
I remained in my office for now, letting Owen take the lead. I needed the moment to be perfect.
I watched through the glass wall between our offices, as Austin walked in—tall, composed, polished as ever. The son of a billionaire, who has also worked hard for his own success. Charming. Respected. Oblivious.
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