Kai had been restless the entire flight.
Even with reports balanced neatly on his tablet and his team briefing him about the company, his focus scattered like loose papers in the wind. He couldn’t concentrate. Not on the graphs, not on the projections, not even on the tidy summaries that should have commanded his attention. By the time the car pulled up, his jaw ached from clenching it for hours.
The sleek glass building loomed before him, gleaming under the morning sun. It was striking and modern, with bold lines cutting into the sky. Its presence was a declaration of ambition and success. Kai stepped out looking immaculate in his tailored suit.
“Mr. Montclair,” a warm voice called.
Adam Reeve strode forward with an easy smile. Mid-forties, sharp-eyed but approachable, he had the air
