Archie’s POV
For the rest of the week, the usual hum of my corporate routine was completely abandoned.
By four in the afternoon every single day, I was handing my tablet off to Clara, shutting down my monitors, and leaving the office. Board members stared in disbelief as I walked past glass conference rooms with twenty minutes to spare on the clock. I didn't care. For the first time in years, the numbers on a balance sheet felt empty, while the messy list of birthday errands on my kitchen counter felt urgent.
The mansion’s grand backyard slowly turned into a construction zone.
Boxes of banners, string lights, outdoor games, and camping gear were stacked high on the patio. Ethan and Evan practically hovered around the glass doors every afternoon, their eyes lighting up with unfiltered j
