Elara's Pov
Nelson agreed to meet me. Not happily, but he agreed. When I arrived, Nelson was already there. He looked exactly the same, maybe a little harder around the eyes. His suit was dark, perfectly tailored, handsome as ever, his aura drawing people in.
“You’re late,” he said, his voice flat, checking the expensive watch on his wrist.
“Five minutes,” I countered, pulling a face. “Relax, Nelson. Traffic was bad.”
“Don’t waste my time with pleasantries or excuses, Elara,” he snapped, pushing off the wall. He didn’t look at me with anger, but with a cold, clear assessment, like I was a problem on a spreadsheet. “You called me. Get to the point.”
I walked over to a small pedestal and sat on the edge, crossing my legs. I forced myself not to get defensive. This was Nelson’s wall, th
