Nicholas Vance had never waited for anything in his life.
He didn't wait for promotions — he demanded them. He didn't wait for deals — he made them. He didn't wait for answers — he took them. The world had always moved at his pace, because he had made sure it would.
But now he was waiting.
And it was killing him.
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The night before had been a marathon of stillness.
After Emma walked out of the small apartment in Greenwich Village, Nick had stood there for an hour. Maybe two. He didn't check his phone. He didn't move. He just stood, staring at the photograph he had left on the table — the one she hadn't taken.
She forgot it.
Or she left it on purpose.
He didn't know which was worse.
At 2:00 AM, he finally sat down on the couch. He didn't sleep. He couldn't. Every time he closed
