Reagan sat rigidly in the spacious living room of the Royce estate. Across from him, Stanton Royce’s presence dominated the room even before he spoke.
The man had a way of filling a space without moving an inch, a king among billionaires; calm, dangerous, and always calculating.
Neither of them exchanged pleasantries even though they hadn’t seen each other in two years. That was not their way. In the Royce family, niceties were a weakness.
Conversation was measured, sharp and usually about business, alliances, or legacy.
“I didn’t know you were back,” Stanton said finally. “And apparently, you haven’t resumed work either. I hear you’ve been partying again. Why do I sense rebellion?”
Reagan stiffened. “I’ve been adjusting. You don’t need to know how.”
“Adjusting?” Stanton’s eyebrow ro
