The following morning arrived without mercy.
Ryan’s car pulled up to the curb outside the Ashbrook building, and before the engine had fully cut off, he could already see them, clusters of reporters, cameras raised, microphones gleaming under the hard morning light.
He stepped out.
The building loomed above him, steel, glass, and generations of carefully curated power. The air was crisp, biting at his cheeks, but it did nothing to cool the simmering tension under his skin.
They descended instantly.
“Mr Ashbrook!”
“Ryan! Over here!”
“Sir, just one question, ”
He had barely shut the car door when the noise exploded around him properly.
“Are you dropping the case against your sister?”
“Is it true you had Kimberly arrested?”
“Is this retaliation for what happened with your wife?”
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