(Kieran)
I watched Sloane walk out of the conference room and everything in me screamed to go after her.
But I didn't move.
She needed space. Two weeks of space while the divorce went through. Two weeks where I had to stay away and let her think.
I hated it.
I walked back to the window and stared out at the city. My reflection looked back at me, and I barely recognized the man I saw. When had I become this person? This man who grabbed people and made threats?
My father would be disappointed.
The thought hit me harder than I expected. My father had raised me better than this. He'd taught me control. Patience. How to handle problems without losing my temper.
But then he died, and everything fell apart.
I stood there for another minute, trying to calm down. Trying to think clearly.
