LEVI
How could I be as cold-blooded as my mother? The thought gnawed at me as I sat on the sofa in the lounge, replaying my father’s words over and over. I cared—about him, his expectations, and this team. I’d sacrificed my investment banking job, the one thing that had always come easily to me, and poured everything into this team. Into his company. Into making his dreams come true, and I had done better than he ever could.
My father must have been drunk to say something like that.
I tried to shake it off, but the accusation lingered, wrapping itself around my thoughts like a vice. After sitting there for a while, I finally pulled out my laptop and turned off my phone. The last thing I needed was a call from my father or Elena. No more calls.
Now, I had to focus on work. It was the o
