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KANE'S POV
Two hours. That's how long I've been at work. Usually, something interesting happens by now—a crisis to manage, a deal to close, a fire to put out. But today feels different...off.
Everything was functioning. People doing what they were paid to do. Yet there was this gnawing sense in my chest.
I sit at my desk, the city skyline stretching out before me through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The documents concerning my father's empire lie untouched, a silent reminder of unfinished business. I should pay my uncle a visit, discuss the paperwork, assert my claim. But my thoughts are elsewhere.
Aria.
She left the penthouse this morning without a word, no note, no message, nothing. Security mentioned she said she needed air and would be back. But she didn't tell me. We're su
