The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting sharp lines across the polished office floors. Reid Capital was already alive with activity—phones ringing, assistants moving quickly, executives reviewing briefings—but I was focused entirely on Shawn.
The rhythm of the office felt sharper today.
More deliberate.
As if every movement carried consequence.
Conversations were quieter, but more urgent. Footsteps quicker, but more controlled. Even the air felt different—charged with something unspoken, something building beneath the surface of routine operations.
And at the center of it—
Was him.
He was at the head of the conference table, reviewing the latest projections. I set down the files I had compiled, arranging them precisely as he preferred. He glanced up,
