POV — Catriona
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Reid Capital’s executive suite, the city lights bleeding through the glass like molten gold. The hum of the office at this hour was very quiet, but my mind refused to be still. There was always something to anticipate—a contract to review, a deal to dissect, a subtle move by someone trying to exploit a weakness.
Shawn hadn’t returned from the emergency session yet. I could feel the absence of his presence, the weight of his authority lingering in the empty space of the office. It was strange—he was everywhere at once. In the confidence of our staff, in the precision of every operational decision, and now, in my own pulse.
I traced the edge of the mahogany desk with my fingers, reminding myself of the boundary that existed between
