Williams POV.

I was deep in the trenches of paperwork, the endless array of financial reports and legal documents offering a rare distraction from the storm of emotions swirling in my mind. The numbers and figures provided a temporary escape, a fragile sanctuary from the turmoil that seemed to define my life lately.

It was late and quiet, just as I wanted it to be.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered when Jonathan, my assistant, burst through the door, looking disheveled and nearly breathless. His appearance was enough to pull me sharply from my focus.

“William, I need to tell you something urgent,” Jonathan gasped, his voice strained.

I glanced up,...