Andrew’s POV
The sound of my father’s laughter was enough to set my teeth on edge. That slow, condescending chuckle that filled the entire floor like smoke.
He stood by the window of my office, hands in his pockets, admiring the skyline as if he owned every inch of it. Maybe he did. But not for long.
“You’ve been distracted lately, Andrew.” His tone was smooth — the kind of voice that could sound charming until you realized it was sharpened with venom. “First, the board notices. Then your little assistant seems to be the only thing you focus on.”
I stiffened. “Watch your words, Father.”
He turned, smirking. “Oh, come now. Don’t get all noble with me. She’s beautiful, yes — but you’re letting her get under your skin. You’ve been off your game for weeks. Investors are noticing. Sabrina’
