Nick’s POV
I was stuck in traffic for over thirty damn minutes. Horns blaring, drivers shouting, me hitting the steering wheel like it owed me money. To make it worse, my phone died on me. Just perfect. Like the universe had signed a contract to screw me over today.
By the time I reached the firm, I rushed in like a madman, only to hear the receptionist say the words I dreaded:
“Sir, Mrs. Gold already left. About twenty minutes ago.”
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. “She… left? Alone?”
The woman nodded.
I stood there, my chest pounding like a drum. Alone. She actually went alone. Of course, she did. This is Nara we’re talking about—stubborn, fiery, never listens when I say “wait for me.”
I shoved the thought aside and hurried to an empty corner of the lobby, plugged my phone i
