Cole’s POV.
I adjusted my cufflinks as I stepped out of the car, the black vehicle reflecting the towering glass structure of the Hart Enterprise building. Today was another meeting, another performance. Emily and I had perfected the act by now. The loving glances, the effortless laughter, the way my hand fit around hers like it belonged there. All for show. All because in eleven months, we’d be free.
The lobby was filled with executives and assistants rushing around, murmuring about numbers and deals. I walked in, ignoring the way heads turned in my direction. Power demanded attention, and I had no problem owning it.
James, my assistant, fell into step beside me. “Everything’s set. The board is waiting upstairs.”
“Emily?” I asked, my voice level.
“Already there.”
Of course, she was.
