Chapter 94

The office was as sharp and immaculate as the man himself. Adrian. Morning sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows, reflecting off polished mahogany shelves stacked with business portfolios and signed contracts. He leaned back in his leather chair, his suit jacket off, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just above his wrists, and his mind not entirely on the spreadsheets before him.

Peter, ever efficient, stood across the desk, tablet in hand.

“If you want, we can secure these collaborations through the board, sir. But you have been unusually… specific about who you want sitting at the same table with you.”

Adrian swirled the wine-red tie draped across his fingers before slipping it neatly into his drawer. His voice was low, deliberate.

“That is because I don’t want random faces, Peter. I want Amelia Cole. I want my wife. And if I can’t get her directly, then I will pull her company into partnerships she can’t refuse.”

Peter tilted his head slightl