Killian’s Pov
The morning came too fast. I barely remembered falling asleep, but the alarm dragged me back to reality like a slap.
I got up, freshened up, shaved, and put on one of my finest suits, dark navy, crisp, and sharp. The kind of suit that made people stare twice and speak once. Power had to be worn, after all. Especially on mornings like this.
I stepped out. The driver was already waiting. No words were exchanged, he knew the destination.
Archeline Development Corporation.
The company we were partnering with on this project had been nothing short of ambitious. Multi-billion-dollar stakes. Pressure. Reputation. The kind of thing that would distract any man.
Except, I wasn’t just any man. And I wasn’t distracted. Not by work, anyway.
As we drove, I pulled out my phone.
I do
