Nick’s POV
As Naomi stopped by a sleek double-door, she turned with her usual tight-lipped smile. “Here we are, ma’am. Your office.” She pushed the doors open like it was some dramatic soap opera reveal, and oh boy — it didn’t disappoint.
The room was massive. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows stretched along one entire wall, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline.
There was a ridiculously huge desk in the center — sleek white marble with gold trim, paired with a plush cream leather chair that looked like it belonged to a Bond villain. A sitting area with a glass coffee table, two dove-gray armchairs, and a soft cream couch sat to one side under a hanging chandelier made entirely of crystals shaped like teardrops. On the other wall, an entire built-in shelf.
“Damn,” I whistled, ste
