Vincent's POV
When the woman who introduced herself as Mikayla called that morning and asked me to come to the office, I agreed without thinking too hard about it.
I'd spent the past few days inside the penthouse recovering, and the doctors had told me not to push myself. But sitting around doing nothing while everyone moved carefully around me was beginning to wear thin. There was only so long a man could sit on a sofa being looked after before the stillness became its own kind of pressure.
Everyone kept telling me things about my life.
They told me I owned a company, that I managed projects worth hundreds of millions, that I was considered one of the most significant businessmen in the city. They said my name with a weight to it that I could feel but couldn't connect to. They showed
