The night was calm and cool, which was exactly what Asher needed after a long, exhausting day at work.

He sat at his large mahogany desk near the floor-to-ceiling window of his expansive office, legs crossed, fingers tapping the desk impatiently as he waited for Trinity to bring the daily sales document.

The city lights of New York sprawled out before him, but his mind was stuck on an earlier conversation with a client.

"Congratulations on your wedding, Master Josh!" the man had said, voice laced with sarcasm. "I almost punched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. You-married? Unbelievable."

"If this is the reason you called, I'm hanging up,"...