POV: Lewis | Location: London
Harrison was already in the members' lounge when Lewis arrived.
Seven-thirty AM. The kind of hour his father preferred for difficult conversations — early enough that it felt businesslike, early enough that emotion could be bracketed under efficiency.
Lewis had taken the first train south from Edinburgh. He hadn't told Yessica he was coming. He'd told her he needed a day.
He sat down across from his father.
Harrison Sterling at seventy-one looked exactly like a man who had spent five decades being right about everything. Silver-haired, precisely dressed, the unhurried posture of someone who did not expect to be surprised.
"Lewis." He nodded at the seat. "Coffee?"
"No."
The waiter appeared anyway. Harrison ordered for himself, waited until they were alo
