Ava’s POV

The night dragged on as Mason worked tirelessly. His phone buzzed endlessly with calls, his sharp voice commanding yet calm, as he orchestrated a plan to salvage what was left of my reputation. Watching him, I was struck by his ability to keep a level head despite the chaos. It was something I desperately wished I could emulate.

I sat on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest as I watched him pace the room, cufflinks clutched in one hand while his phone was glued to the other. His movements were quick, efficient, like a man used to operating in high-stakes situations. And maybe he was—Mason had...