Daniel’s pov

My office felt like a cage, the walls pressing in as I stared at the papers on my desk, the bones of a deal now picked clean by Hammond’s.

Losing that client had bitten deep, a nasty wound in my pride. My mind kept replaying the argument with Evan earlier, a sour taste in my mouth; just when I thought things were settling, the past always found a way to claw its way back.

I pushed the documents away, rubbing my temples; I desperately needed a win, something to shake off ...