Riley's POV
I reach the company building and step out of the cab.
The driver pulls away immediately, and for a brief second, I just stand there in front of the glass entrance, staring up at the place I built with my own hands. Somehow, the call earlier still unsettles me. Caden’s voice. The warning. The way he said my name like he already knew what I was about to do.
But I don’t care.
I straighten my shoulders and walk inside.
The moment I cross the entrance, everything feels wrong.
Every single person turns to stare at me.
Conversations die instantly. Phones slip from hands. Coffee spills. Some people freeze like statues, while others actually step back like I’m not supposed to be standing there.
One woman gasps.
Another man whispers something and walks away fast as if her feet
