AIDEN's POV
My mind was a storm of questions, swirling despite the alcohol coursing through my veins. Even in this fog, my thoughts raced, considering every possibility, every angle. Before David could even leave my office, the thing I feared most had happened—Michael wanted to see me. At this hour, in the dead of night, it could only mean one thing: I was in deep trouble.
Thankfully, over the years, I had learned a few critical lessons. One of them was to never let anyone see what I was thinking or feeling. It had saved me from countless disasters, and tonight, I would need that skill more than ever. As I walked down the long marble corridor toward Michael’s office, my footsteps echoed against the walls, reverberating in the silence. The sound was like the whisper of my own invisible ch
