Kirk's POV
The colossal iron gates of Norman’s mansion swung open with a silent, almost arrogant hum as my car approached. Typical Norman. Even his house had to make a statement. I parked my beat-up truck next to a sleek, polished black sedan – probably one of Norman’s, or one of his security detail. Stepping out, I took a deep breath of the perfectly manicured air. Everything here felt too… controlled. Too perfect. Just like Norman.
I walked towards the grand entrance, a ridiculous marble that screamed ‘old money.’ A butler, stiff as a board, opened the door before I even touched it. Of course. Norman’s world.
Norman was waiting in the vast foyer, looking even more strained than he was at the restaurant. Dark circles under his eyes, jaw tight. My heart actually twisted a little. He wa
