Ryder:
The moment I stepped into the office, the air changed. It always did when business was on the table—especially when Blaze and Saint were waiting. Both had that steady, unblinking gaze that could skin a man alive or offer him the keys to the kingdom. I’d seen it since I was a kid. Only now, I wasn’t that kid anymore. I stood taller. Straighter. Sharper. Every move I made now came with weight. Purpose.
"Morning," I said, nodding to them both as I set the financial reports on the desk.
Blaze, my old man, didn’t even bother with a hello. Just flipped open the folder and started reading. Saint leaned back in the chair across from me, arms crossed, eyes narrowed—not with distrust, just focus. Like he was reading more in me than the paper.
"Profit margins up another 12%. Parts turnarou
