Ryan sat in his office, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him.

The numbers, the reports, the emails—they all blurred together, meaningless lines and figures that failed to capture his attention.

His fingers drummed restlessly against the polished wooden surface of his desk.

He couldn’t concentrate.

His mind kept drifting back to the mess unraveling outside these walls.

He had ordered Jefferson to take down Kate’s interview from every media outlet, and yet, he still felt uneasy.

Until he received confirmation that it was done, he wouldn’t be able to breathe properly.

Leaning back in his chair, Ryan exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. He hated this—this constant...