Victors Pov
The low growl of the engine came to a stop as Victor’s black Jeep halted in front of the towering glass building of his company.
The tension inside the vehicle matched the dark skies overhead, heavy with the promise of a storm. Without missing a beat, his guard leaped out of the front seat and hurried around, opening the door for him.
Victor stepped out, his polished black boots hitting the pavement with authority. His sharp black suit, tailored to perfection, clung to his muscular frame, exuding power.
The collar of his crisp white shirt peeked from beneath the jacket, and the glint of his silver cufflinks caught the faint morning light. His hair was slicked back, dark and neatly groomed, with his chiseled jaw clenched in irritation.
“Move faster, damn it!” he snapped at
