POV: Darius
My office smelled of polished wood and fresh ink. Files were packed neatly in front of me, pages filled with numbers, contracts, and signatures.
I had been at this desk since morning, buried in paperwork, but I was almost done for the day. Just one more file and then I could go home.
I never really used to look forward to going home, but since Adriana moved in, I find myself wants to go home earlier than usual.
The phone on my desk buzzed suddenly, vibrating against the wood. I glanced at the screen. Caleb.
I picked up. “Caleb, what’s wrong?”
His voice was sharp, urgent. “James Forrester called. About the Crispan deal. He says he doesn’t want a lawsuit and wanted to know if you’re available to discuss partnership again.”
I leaned back in my chair, scoffing. “That old ma
