POV: Kesley

I saw him before the car had fully stopped. He was standing at the entrance of the building,

He is standing like a man who'd arranged himself carefully, shoulders back, chin slightly lifted.

Just like someone who'd spent time in front of a mirror practicing how to look when the moment came.

He was watching the car with an expression that made something in my stomach turn over.

He was smiling...

Not the cold, functional smile he used in boardrooms, or the charming one he brought out for an audience.

This was something else, the smile of a man who seems to have convinced himself that today was...