Justin's POV
The drive home was a blur of city lights and darkness, I kept thinking about my encounter with anne.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, my knuckles white against the leather, my mind a chaotic storm of images and words. Her face in that conference room, glowing with quiet triumph after dismantling the executives' assumptions. The way her eyes had widened when I said her name, just her name, Anne, like a confession. The tremor in her voice when she whispered, "What are you asking me?"
I didn't know what I was asking her. I still didn't know.
The penthouse greeted me with its usual cold, pristine silence. I didn't bother turning on many lights. The shadows suited my mood. I poured myself a whiskey, the amber liquid catching the faint glow from the city beyo
