d the financial district. Victor sat in the back seat, hi

beam of a phone flashlight moving up a dark stairwell. The image clawed at the

ancial Tower. Victor shoved the door open before Sean could even put the

oor. The air pressure in the executive sui

ack of manila folders. Dylan took one look at Victor's rigid

a in his massive office and walked straight to th

waiting in the boardroom, sir

ed around.

g glass table, his eyes cold and dead. He picked up the first proposal, glanced at the execut

d, or are you just naturally incompetent

, humiliated the senior analysts, and demanded complete rewrites by midnight.

office and collapsed into his leather chair. He pinched the

displaying complex candlestick charts and real-time market

ment. Is there heat in that building? Did

echoed in the empty office. He was furious wi

button on his desk.

tiously, holding a notepad lik

to make eye contact. He cleared his throat. "If a pregnant woman... is in an en

nked twice, his brain struggling to process the quest

vy metal pen from his desk and hurled it. It bounced off the door

e asthma attacks. And if she's lifting heavy objects, e

is heart executed a painful, violent stutter. His finge

ng, lying in those dark apartments. His breathing h

ut a cold, dismissive scoff. "Good. A mi

e-knuckle grip Victor had on the armrests

" Victor

cally ran fr

He pulled his personal phone from his pocket. He opened his contacts, intending

he screen. He scrolled d

hrough his contacts, only to realize he had never bothered to save her number. His jaw clenched tight. It was just a string of cold digits, buried somewhere deep in the comprehensive