The next morning arrived cold and gray.
Nicholas Vance had been in therapy for exactly two weeks. Two sessions. One hour each. He had spent more time in waiting rooms than he had spent talking about his feelings.
But something was changing.
He didn't know what. He didn't know if it was good. He only knew that he woke up this morning and the silence in his penthouse didn't feel like a weight. It just felt... quiet.
He dressed in a charcoal suit. White shirt. The silver tie.
He looked in the mirror.
You're not the boy from the basement anymore, he told himself. You're not your father. You're not just the Vice Chairman.
Who are you?
He didn't have an answer.
But he was going to find one.
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At 9:00 AM, Nick walked into the therapist's office.
Dr. Patricia Chen was a small woman w
