NOLAN’S POV

I stepped out of my car as it came to a stop outside Anastasia’s office building. I walked straight to the elevator, passing by the receptionist without sparing her a glance. As the elevator took me to her floor, my jaw tightened. One week. She’d been gone for one week without a single word.

The elevator doors slid open, and I walked past her secretary, who was shocked to see me and jumped to her feet.

“Mr. Russo, you can’t just—”

I didn’t pay her any mind as I pushed open the door to Anastasia’s office, and I stepped inside without hesitation.

Anastasia was sitting at the head...