Adrian’s POV
The penthouse transforms into a fortress of strategic focus, the midday sun piercing through the windows, casting sharp beams across the hardwood floor covered with legal briefs, Dr. Robert Kane’s profile, and the USB data from Emily Tran’s confession. The air carries a faint hint of cedar from my cologne, a reminder of the closeness with Serena during our recent battles, though today’s urgency demands a different intensity. I stand by the dining table, my shirt sleeves rolled up, the faded scratches from our past tensions a distant echo on my chest, my fingers tracing the edge of a contract—Kane’s proposal to the clinic board, a hostile takeover veiled as a merger. The foundation for Emily’s memory, now a symbol of hope with the twins’ involvement, is our anchor, but Kane’s
