[Noah's POV]
I had canceled a multi-million-dollar board meeting the second Caleb called me.
Hearing that Adrian Roth, the fake Swiss investor, had showed up at Elena's crappy Brooklyn apartment and pointed a gun at my right-hand man was enough to make my blood boil. Ever since that man stepped into the picture, Elena was slipping further out of my control.
The heavy oak doors of my top-floor office clicked shut, leaving just the two of us inside.
I took off my suit jacket and threw it onto the leather sofa. I turned around to face her.
Elena stood near the door, looking completely out of place in my world of glass and steel. She was wearing a cheap, oversized coat. Her face was pale, and her blue eyes were red and puffy from crying over a father who sold her like livestock.
But even
