Sky’s POV
We left the quiet calm of the dining room and stepped into the rush of the hotel lobby. Zayne did not pause. He moved too fast, in the decisive pace of a man whose focus had shifted entirely to business.
He was no longer thinking about wine or any secrets I might be holding. His mind was now calculating unsatisfactory financial models. I kept my pace beside him. Somehow it was comforting after the stressful event at the table.
The elevator ride up to the Presidential Suite level was silent, the only serious thing was the unspoken pressure of the Dankins situation was bringing to the atmosphere.
Zayne stood like an authoritarian, he is looking straight ahead at the polished brass doors. I used the brief time to steady my nerves and help myself take quiet, measured breaths. I
