POV: Ares Voss

I hadn’t planned on coming to the tower today.

Not to Voss Global. Not to Lucian’s personal domain.

I had barely unpacked my suitcase from Prague. My phone was still clogged with unread emails, deal memos, and one too many messages from Lucian reminding me to “handle” the Zurich fallout before the week’s end.

But I came anyway.

Maybe out of habit. Maybe because I missed the chaos.

Or maybe because something told me to.

Lucian had already left for an off-site meeting by the time I arrived. The receptionist barely glanced up from behind her monitor when I stepped into the lobby—no doubt used to one...