me not to interrupt him unless the building was on fire.”
Something inside me went quiet.
I never imagined grief and betrayal arriving at the same time.
But that night, they became impossible to separate.
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t call Adrian again.
Instead, I asked Noah to bring me my laptop.
Adrian had always believed Vale Meridian belonged to him because magazines printed his name beneath the word CEO.
He had forgotten how he got that chair.
My late father founded the company.
After his death, fifty-two percent of