Charles POV
The elevator buzzed as it ascended to the penthouse. Charles modified the cuffs of his dark suit, his stance rigid, gaze fixed on his reflection in the mirrored doors. Today, a fissure appeared in his typical composure, with something unstated simmering behind his keen gaze.
Kara had sent him two texts. He did not respond.
It wasn't evasion; it was self-control. She required a partner who embraced emotions, not a man who hid behind obligation and quietness.
As the doors opened, the hallway in front was vacant. Silent. Neat. Hazardous.
Exactly how Charles preferred it.
He passed by, gesturing with a nod to the security personnel. They separated for him immediately. Being Mr. Stanford's most reliable associate came with unseen privileges. However, this evening, he was
