Daniel’s POV

The day had dragged on like a bad dream -meetings blending into calls, Vanessa’s morning tantrum still echoing in my ears, her whinings and empty threats. But none of it mattered.

I’d replayed it endlessly, the taste of her lingering like an addiction I couldn’t shake.

Serena Voss.

Work done, emails sent, deals sealed, I grabbed my jacket, my mind already on the club. I needed to see her, to apologize properly, to bridge a friendship my stupid proposal had ...