ADRIAN'S POV
The roar of the crowd faded behind me as I stepped into the waiting SUV.
The door closed with a soft thud, shutting out the screams of students still lingering outside the stadium.
"Home, sir?" James asked from the front passenger seat.
I gave a slight nod.
The convoy pulled away from the university, black SUVs moving smoothly through the afternoon traffic.
Normally, after an event like this, I'd already be answering emails or reviewing reports for Monday's board meeting.
Instead, I found myself staring out the tinted window.
My thoughts weren't on business.
They were on a woman who had no idea who I was.
Ava.
The first time I'd heard her voice, she'd been crying.
Exhausted.
Defeated.
Like she'd spent so long convincing herself she deserved less that she'd forgo
