The next morning, Zane Rider walked into the top-floor office of Shiver Corp with the kind of presence that made people move out of his way without being asked. He owned the company, after all, and had no reason to hurry for anyone.
His scent of aged sandalwood, crisp mountain pine, and warm amber lingered faintly in the air as he crossed the office. It was a powerful Alpha scent, controlled but impossible to ignore. The sandalwood gave it a dark, earthy depth, while the pine added a crisp freshness and the amber left behind a warm, rich undertone that made his presence even harder to forget.
Zane dropped into his leather chair and reached for the files waiting on his desk. He had barely opened the first one when the door opened.
Catherine Williams stepped inside with a tablet tucked ag
