Ezra’s pov
I knew what I was after.
And more importantly, I knew how to compose myself while reaching for it.
I had mastered that art earlier in life— I had always wanted without showing, plotting without flinching, smiling while I calculated outcomes ten steps ahead. My face barely betrayed what I had in mind. I was more calm and measured and more charming when needed, dangerous but underestimated.
The moment I stepped into my office building, my posture straightened, this was my territory, my air and every word I said went. The receptionist greeted me warmly, and I returned it with a brief nod, I was already in a conversation with my assistant Vegas as we both walked in, side by side down the corridor.
I admired how he spoke, outlining the business plans for the day, the meetings t
