Reyes Tower rises above Midtown like a blade of glass cutting through the night.
By the time Adrian’s car pulls into the underground entrance, the rain has slowed to a mist. The storm is moving east, leaving the city slick and reflective under the streetlights.
Marcus checks his phone again. “The board meeting started forty-seven minutes ago.”
Adrian doesn’t look at him. “That means Salazar is halfway through his speech.”
“And probably enjoying it,” Marcus mutters.
I stare up at the towering building through the windshield. Three years ago, I used to walk into this place like it was familiar. Now it feels like enemy territory.
The car stops. Security guards immediately approach. Adrian opens the door before the driver can move. The guards stiffen when they recognize him.
“Mr. Reyes—
