AVA’S POV
"Do you plan on staring at the glass until the sun goes down, or are you actually going to walk inside and pretend you belong here?"
The voice was like a bucket of ice water over my head. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Lucas. I had spent the last twenty minutes standing on the sidewalk of the central business district, staring up at the sixty stories of reflective glass that made up the Carter Corporation headquarters. It was a pillar of steel and ego, a monument to a legacy that was currently resting on a hospital bed miles away.
I turned to look at him. He was leaning against the door of the black sedan, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked impeccable in a midnight-blue three-piece suit, a crisp white shirt, and a tie that probably cost more than my father
