Twenty Percent
Aria
I sat there holding a document that meant I might own twenty percent of something worth more money than I could fully picture and felt absolutely nothing that resembled excitement.
Just confusion. And underneath the confusion, something darker and more complicated that I was still working out the shape of.
“Twenty percent of what exactly,” Leah said, sitting down on the arm of the couch because apparently she’d decided this conversation warranted abandoning the coffee delivery.
“Voss Holdings,” Caden said slowly. He was still reading, jaw tight, eyes moving fast across the page. “Not Voss Industries. A separate entity. Older. Romano built it before I was born — it’s the holding company that owns the original real estate portfolio, the one the development project wi
