Kurtis POV
The office was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I sat behind my desk, stacks of reports and documents sprawled across the surface. My tie was long gone, my sleeves rolled up, and a headache that felt like a jackhammer was forming behind my eyes.
Lyra leaned against the edge of the desk, skimming through a report, her calm presence grounding me. “There’s a pattern here,” she murmured, pointing to a highlighted section.
I rubbed my temples. “The SEC’s case is built on half-truths and assumptions. But Grant…” I trailed off, frustration bubbling.
Before Lyra could respond, the door burst open. Grant stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “What the hell are you doing, Kurtis?” he snapped, his voice echoing in the room.
I leaned back in my chair,
