POV — Catriona
The night was quiet when I finally left my apartment, but the city below hummed with energy—lights, traffic, and a subtle pulse of movement that never stopped. Reid Capital never truly slept, either. And neither did the problems that seemed to follow Shawn like a shadow.
I arrived at the office early, before even the security team completed their rounds. My heels clicked softly against the polished floors, echoing off the walls as I made my way to the legal department. A report from one of our junior associates had caught my eye—something that didn’t add up.
Shawn’s office door was ajar, the light spilling into the hallway. He was there already, sleeves rolled up, reviewing contracts with a precision that made the early hour feel normal.
“Miss Agreste,” he said without l
