Ryan's POV
Ryan’s office was calm, the kind of sterile calm he had built for himself, glass walls, polished steel desk, papers neatly aligned. Outside, the hum of the city pressed faintly against the windows. Inside, he tried to lose himself in numbers, reports, anything to keep the ache at bay.
The door slammed open.
“Where is she?”
Eve’s father stormed in, his bulk filling the doorway, his face red, his voice booming. Two security guards scrambled behind him, but Ryan lifted a hand to dismiss them. He didn’t take his eyes off the man.
“Where is my daughter?” the older man demanded, jabbing a finger toward Ryan’s chest. “You made her disappear. I want her back.”
Ryan rose slowly, deliberate, his gaze cold as steel. “You barge into my office, shouting about being a concerned father,
