ALINA
The door opened.
Ethan walked in like he owned the place. He was dressed in a black suit that hugged his broad shoulders.
His eyes moved across the mahogany desk, the shelves stacked with ledgers, the leather chair I sat in.
He took his time, nodding slightly. "Still looks like Daddy's office." He smirked. "That means you've been busy."
I leaned back in my chair. "I have."
He didn't even know just how busy I had been.
Ethan pulled out the chair across from me, sat down, and stretched out like he had all the time in the world. His arm rested lazily against the desk.
I watched him, taking in the way he carried himself. He looked relaxed but alert, like a man who was always two steps ahead of the room.
He hadn't changed much. The same strong jaw, the same ar
