Asher's POV ;
I was sipping my coffee in my office, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, when my assistant knocked lightly on the door.
“Sir, Mr. Deveraux is here to see you,” he announced, her tone as professional as ever.
Deveraux. The name brought a flicker of nostalgia and curiosity. I hadn’t heard from Xavier Deveraux in years, not since we were young and reckless, chasing dreams without fully understanding the cost. Now, from what I’d heard through whispers in elite circles, he was making a name for himself in the business world, rising quickly and leaving a trail of envy in his wake.
“Send him in,” I said, setting the cup down and straightening my tie.
The door opened, and in walked Xavier, his handshake firm when we greeted.
“Asher,” he said, a grin s
