The morning sun caught the Sterling Tower doors as I stepped outside. Yellow cabs filled the avenue, and the sidewalk was already crowded with brokers, office staff, and tourists looking up at the building.
Dominic held open the Maybach. We were due at a mergers and acquisitions meeting in twenty minutes.
At the bottom of the steps, a small crowd had gathered with their phones raised. Julian knelt at its center while a security officer kept the entrance path open.
His suit was rumpled and stained from the previous night, his hair uncombed, and dark circles sat under his eyes. When he saw me, he pushed forward on his knees and held up the platinum ring with both hands.
"Serena, please. I was a fool. An i***t. I see that now."
I stopped. My bodyguards closed the gap between us.
"I have
