BRAYDON’S POV
“Yeah, I’ll be quick,” Katy says, slipping into the restroom, carrying her messenger bag with her.
I tug at my jacket and lean back against the wall, exhaling slowly. Having her here with me in New York, to finally shut down the deal my old man thinks he still has, makes me feel more confident than I expect. I don’t feel as wound up as usual, I feel less on edge and I don’t feel like I’m walking into this alone.
He should already be here with Mr. Park. And when this starts, I’m going to enjoy the moment he realizes that I still have the evidence. That Bryan smashing the pen didn’t erase a damn thing.
“You.”
I look up at the sound of a voice.
Bryan’s mother stands at the top of the stairs, staring down at me like I’m something she scraped off her shoe. Her face is tigh
