The drive didn’t end where I expected.
That was the first thing I noticed.
We passed the usual turn toward the city center, the familiar routes I had memorized through months of routine, of late nights and early mornings tied to Reid Capital.
Instead—
He drove further.
Quieter roads.
Less movement.
More distance between structures.
I didn’t ask.
Not immediately.
Because with Shawn—
Nothing was without intent.
And if he was taking me somewhere—
It meant something.
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The gates opened before the car fully stopped.
Automatic.
Seamless.
Expected.
His world.
The driveway stretched longer than necessary, lined with minimal landscaping—clean, deliberate, untouched by excess. The house itself stood ahead, all glass and structure, sharp lines softened only by the dim light settli
