KANE'S POV

Two hours. That's how long I've been at work. Usually, something interesting happens by now—a crisis to manage, a deal to close, a fire to put out. But today feels different...off.

Everything was functioning. People doing what they were paid to do. Yet there was this gnawing sense in my chest.

I sit at my desk, the city skyline stretching out before me through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The documents concerning my father's empire lie untouched, a silent reminder of ...