Ryan's POV
I stare at my phone wallpaper—a family photo of Serena, Vivian, and me.
"Mr. Blackwood, it's time to board," Simon informs me.
I nod briefly, pocketing my phone and rising from the VIP lounge. My team has already made contact with ARt company—this trip to Canada should be quick and dirty.
After landing, I'm met by a group of men in suits at the airport exit.
"Mr. Blackwood, we've been sent by Mr. Anderson to escort you. Your hotel accommodations are prepared."
I scan them with arctic coldness. David Anderson—ARt's CEO and my scheduled meeting—couldn't even be bothered to show his face personally. Typical power play from someone who doesn't understand who they're dealing with.
"That won't be necessary," I reply flatly.
Simon steps forward, smoothly inter
