Nathaniel’s POV
I came into the office feeling bone-tired. Not the kind of tired you fix with a nap or a long shower, but the heavy, slow kind that sits in your bones and won’t be shaken off. My day had been a string of meetings,budgeting numbers, client calls, a presentation on the new Vendant expansion that needed tightening.
The fluorescent lights hummed, the coffee tasted flat, and the city outside the window was a washed smear of glass and brake lights. Even when the work should have been enough to occupy my head, it wasn’t. I kept thinking of Ava: the look on her face when she told me what she’d found in Jason’s office, the way she’d held the folder as if it were a small animal she was trying to protect. I had promised her I’d look into it. I’d promised I’d find out what the note m
