Clarissa’s POV
They had said yes. Before the smile could fully form on my lips, I saw him.
Dante stood a few feet away from the entrance, impossibly relaxed, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark coat and the other holding a champagne bottle that caught the fading light like a provocation.
He didn’t belong there outside a corporate building where futures were negotiated and shattered behind glass walls. Seeing him felt like spotting a ghost in daylight.
I stopped short. “Dante?”
His gaze lifted to mine, slow and deliberate, as if he’d been expecting me at that exact second. A faint smile touched his mouth.
“Congratulations,” he said, lifting the bottle slightly. “I figured this deserved something better than a handshake.”
My surprise hardened into suspicion. “What are you doi
