I show up at Adrian’s penthouse at 7 PM.
No answer.
I text: “I’m here.”
Nothing. Call goes to voicemail.
I’m about to leave when Victor appears, harried, carrying files.
“Zara. Thank god. Is Adrian expecting you?”
“We have dinner plans.”
“He’s at the office. Since five AM. Won’t leave. The SEC case—new evidence. He’s been working nonstop.” Victor looks exhausted. “Running on maybe four hours of sleep over three days.”
My stomach drops. “Is it bad?”
“Complicated. I’m heading there now. If you want to try talking sense into him, join me.”
“Let me grab the food I brought.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m at Knight Corporation.
Adrian’s floor is quiet except one office at the end.
Victor lets me in. “Good luck.”
Adrian is at his desk, buried in papers. Tie gone. Sleeves rolled. Three e
