CHAPTER 14
Andrew lasted exactly forty minutes.
That was how long he managed to sit at the dining table, laptop open, files splayed like battle plans across the polished surface. Late afternoon sun streamed through the penthouse windows, gilding his makeshift office, relics of the empire he’d forged from nothing.
Nancy watched from across the room, arms loosely folded, head tilted.
“You’ve read the same page three times,” she said, amusement lacing her voice.
“I’m reviewing.” His eyes stayed glued to the screen; fingers drummed once on the table’s edge.
“You’re staring.” She uncrossed her arms, drifting closer.
“There’s a difference.” He leaned in, jaw tightening.
She peered at the display, hand light on the chair back. “Not even scrolling.”
Andrew exhaled sharply, rubbing his tem
