POV: Adrian
The city looks different when you’re losing.
The lights don’t shine; they sting. Every window in the skyline feels like a reminder of how far I’ve fallen.
I sit alone in my office, sleeves rolled up, staring at numbers that no longer add up. My company—my empire—is collapsing piece by piece. Investors who once called me visionary now call me unstable.
And it all began with her.
Sloane.
Her name crawls through my thoughts like fire through dry wood. The headlines praise her brilliance. Her photos flood every article. Harper foundation—The New Era of Innovation.
That slogan used to be mine, or something close enough.
“She took everything,” I whisper to the empty room. “My clients, my people, my light.”
The silence answers back, heavy and cruel.
The door opens behind me
