Emily’s POV

The heavy front door clicked shut, the sound echoing through the massive, empty foyer like a gunshot. Victoria was officially gone. On a private car to JFK, and then on a nine-hour flight to Paris for the next four weeks.

Silence descended over Penthouse 54A. It was heavy, thick, and completely suffocating.

Ethan cleared his throat nervously, pulling his hand back from mine on top of the glass table. He looked over at Daniel, his brown eyes darting anxiously toward the head of the table.

"Uh... Mr. Walker?" Ethan started, his voice dropping an octave. "Is... is everything okay? You've been kind of quiet."

Daniel didn't move. He...