Daniel’s POV
The penthouse is silent at two-seventeen in the morning.
I sit at my desk, surrounded by contracts and projections for the Crane merger, and I can’t focus on a single word. The numbers blur together, meaningless.
Nathan’s been calling. I’ve been ignoring him.
Oliver sent another text yesterday: “Stop being an id!ot and fix this before it’s too late.”
Too late for what? The divorce is final. Amelia’s gone. I made my choice.
So why does it feel like I’m bleeding out in slow motion?
The merger documents sit in front of me—Lydia’s brilliant, aggressive strategy that will make Sterling Holdings dominant in our sector. It’s everything I’ve worked for. Everything I should want.
But something’s wrong. The numbers Nathan questioned weeks ago still don’t sit right. Revenue proj
