He was there at nine fifty.
Nia saw him before Seren did standing at the park entrance with his hands in his coat pockets and the specific stillness of someone who had arrived early and was using the extra time to prepare for something that could not actually be prepared for.
He was wearing dark jeans and a grey coat and he looked, for the first time since the acquisition, like a person rather than a CEO. Like someone who had gotten dressed this morning thinking about a ten o'clock meeting in a park rather than a boardroom and had made different choices accordingly.
Seren saw him two seconds later.
She stopped walking.
Not dramatically just the natural pause of a child encountering something she had been thinking about and was now assessing in person against the version she had const
