Adrian’s POV
The city had surrendered completely to the night. Manhattan glittered beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sea of fractured diamonds, its endless stream of headlights weaving through the streets below while distant sirens echoed faintly through the silence.
Yet none of it could pull my attention away from the reports scattered across my desk. I had been buried in financial projections for nearly an hour. So when Noah interrupted me after business hours I knew it was because whatever he carried couldn’t wait until morning.
“Come in.”
The door opened with barely a whisper.
He stepped inside carrying a thick brown file tucked securely beneath his arm instead of the tablet he usually preferred. His expression remained unreadable, his shoulders straight and composed, bu
