The office was empty when I arrived, the city’s evening glow reflecting off the glass walls. Reid Capital’s usual hum of activity was gone, leaving silence and the faint click of my heels as the only sound.
It felt different tonight.
Not abandoned.
Not still.
But waiting.
As if the space itself remembered everything that had happened within it—the meetings, the strategy, the tension—and now held it quietly, suspended in the dim light.
I had come in early to review the final projections for the cross-border acquisition—Shawn had insisted on personally walking me through every contingency.
Not delegated.
Not summarized.
Personally.
That alone carried weight.
When I entered his office, he was already there, sleeves rolled up, desk meticulously organized. His presence filled the roo
