Chapter 20. Two Days

Travis paced the length of his pristine office, each step a measured beat in an otherwise silent room. The city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, indifferent to the turmoil churning within him. Sunlight bounced off mirrored towers, casting fractured patterns across the polished floors, but the beauty of the view only heightened his unease. He had laid bare the complexities of Blake’s situation to Camila, expecting… what? Disdain? A sardonic quip? Instead, he was met with an unsettling quiet.

“Come on, Travis,” he muttered to himself, raking a hand through his neatly styled hair. “You’re not some lovelorn teenager.”

He stopped by his mahogany desk, fingers drumming lightly on the polished surface before reluctantly picking up a photo frame—a candid shot of him at a charity gala. His laugh, frozen in time, seemed almost to mock him, a stark contrast to the tension in his sho