Chapter One

The War Room

I knew the meeting was going to be a disaster the second Jordan Vance walked in late.

He didn’t even pretend to hurry. Just strolled through the glass doors of Conference Room B like he owned the air inside it, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, that permanent half-smirk already in place. His tie was loosened just enough to look intentional. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled to the elbows, showing the kind of forearms that had no business existing on someone who spent most of his day talking. Dark hair slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through it on...