The towering glass-and-steel skyscraper of Cole Enterprises dominated the city skyline, a monument to corporate power and untouchable wealth. At ten o'clock the next morning, Javed walked through the gleaming, heavily secured lobby. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit—the exact one Martin had complimented him on weeks ago.
His heart was beating so fiercely he thought it might crack his ribs, but his step was absolute and unwavering.
Go fix my dad.
He didn't have an appointment. When he reached the security desk, the guard recognized him from the gala guest lists and let him pass with a respectful nod. Javed rode the private executive elevator up to the sixtieth floor, the silent ascent doing nothing to calm his racing pulse.
The elevator doors chimed and slid open, revealing an expansi
