Alex’s POV
The moment Ryan walked into my office, looking exhausted and desperate, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted.
I leaned back in my chair, masking my amusement, keeping my face neutral, warm even—like the caring friend I was supposed to be.
“Ryan,” I greeted, standing up and offering a handshake. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I need your help, Alex.”
I raised a brow, feigning concern. “Help?”
His jaw tightened, his pride clearly making this difficult. Good.
“I need money. A lot of it,” he admitted, avoiding my gaze. “I wouldn’t be asking if I had any other choice.”
I tilted my head, acting confused. “Money? What’s going on, Ryan? You’re one of the sharpest businessmen I know.”
Ryan sighed, slumping into the chair ac
