Ethan's POV
The next morning, I pulled into the parking garage beneath Paradise Towers, my grandfather's gleaming skyscraper that dominated the downtown skyline. The security guard immediately recognized me and waved me to the executive parking section.
"Morning, Mr. Williams," he called out.
"Morning, Jeff," I replied, sliding my sports car into a spot marked 'Reserved.'
The elevator whisked me up to the top floor.
I found Oliver standing at the window, gazing out at the city below. The conference room was sleek, featuring glass and chrome accents, and had a large table that could comfortably seat twenty executives.
"There he is," Oliver said without turning around. "The man of the hour."
"That's me. Professional hour-man." I dropped into one of the plush leather chairs. "So what's
