Ryan’s POV
I didn't exactly plan on working late that day. The evening was calling, and all I could think about was getting home to Serena and our little Vivian. My daughter was barely a month old, but already she'd become the center of my universe—something I never would have anticipated before she arrived.
Simon knocked on my door just as I was shutting down my laptop.
"Mr. Blackwood, there's a Miss Wilson in the meeting room. Says she's a friend of Mrs. Blackwood's. Something about a project she insists needs your personal attention."
I frowned immediately. "Which company?"
"SW Design."
The name meant nothing significant—certainly not a company that warranted my direct involvement. But the moment Simon mentioned the surname, I knew exactly who our visitor was. Olivia
