Lucas spent 3 days in the wreckage of Grant Group.
Court notices covered every floor. The handmade carpets he'd paid a fortune for were rolled up and dumped in the hallway. He sat on the floor by the sofa in his office, empty whiskey bottles within reach.
His phone vibrated every few minutes with calls and messages from the bank, his suppliers, and employees still waiting to be paid. Even the board members who'd once hung on his every word were demanding their money.
He ignored the messages and missed calls. On the coffee table, a bottle pinned down the corner of a photograph.
Rachel, 5 years ago. A crisp white shirt, her hair in a neat ponytail, sorting papers on a desk.
It had been taken at a company event. He'd tossed it into a drawer and somehow brought it with him when he moved o
