Soren’s POV
The drive back to the city was silent except for the low hum of the engine. Nathan drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his fingers tapping the steering wheel every few seconds. The tension in the car felt sharp enough to cut through. Adrian sat beside me, wrapped in a gray hoodie, his hand resting close to mine.
The sun was still hiding behind a wall of clouds. The skyline was only beginning to form in the distance, and with every mile we got closer, my chest felt tighter.
I hadn’t been home in days, but it felt like years. Everything that once belonged to me, my company, my reputation, my control, was hanging by a thread.
“We need to plan this right,” Nathan said, breaking the silence. “If we walk into the building without a strategy, they’ll bury you before you even open y
