Vincent's POV
I returned to the penthouse feeling more determined than I had since waking up in the hospital.
The drive back had been quiet, but my mind hadn't been. The meeting with Rachel about the Ski resort kept replaying in my head. The way she'd looked at me when she said I didn't know what I was doing, she was judging me. The frustrating thing was that she'd been right. I didn't know what I was doing, not completely, not yet but I wasn't going to let that be the end of the conversation.
The elevator opened into the penthouse and my mother looked up from the sofa. Several documents lay spread across the coffee table in front of her and a tablet sat in her hands. She studied my face the moment I walked in.
"How did it go?"
I loosened my tie and sat across from her. "Fine."
She s
