RYAN’S POV
I sat in the dimly lit lounge, checking my watch for the third time in five minutes. The investors were supposed to be here by now. My fingers tapped restlessly against the table as I scanned the entrance.
Where the hell are they?
The deal was supposed to be finalized today. The funds would secure the company’s future. If this didn’t go through… No. It had to.
I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Nothing.
The silence stretched. The weight of it made my gut twist.
Something felt off.
I signaled the waiter and ordered another coffee, trying to stay patient. I had already wired the startup funds they requested—a necessary step to secure the deal. Standard business practice, they had said.
But now, they were late.
Too late.
I exhaled sharply and leaned back in my
