Riley’s POV
The elevator slid open at the top floor. Michael stepped out first, his stride purposeful, while I followed close behind with Mr. Chambers trailing us.
Inside his office, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The large space was quiet, almost heavy, the sound of his keyboard breaking the silence as he typed something into his system. When he finally turned to face us, his focus was sharp, all business.
“Bring me the modified plan,” he said.
I handed it over without a word, watching as his eyes scanned through each detail. He made a few quick corrections, his fingers moving with practiced precision across the keys, then shared the updated version with Mr. Chambers.
“Release this immediately,” Michael instructed firmly. “The public is breathing down our necks, and this will not
