Lily’s POV
The office was too quiet.
Not the usual kind of silence—the one filled with typing, footsteps, and the hum of printers—but a still, thick quiet, like the world was holding its breath.
I was sorting through a stack of client files in the main lobby when the elevator doors slid open behind me. The soft ding echoed, and I looked up automatically, expecting Adrian or maybe the mail guy.
Instead, a man stepped out.
He had the kind of presence that made the air bend. Tall, perfectly groomed, his suit a deeper black than anything I’d ever seen. His gray eyes swept across the lobby like he owned it—because maybe he did. He looked like an older version of Andrew, minus the warmth. The resemblance was subtle but sharp—same jawline, same confidence, but colder.
He was older and meane
