BEN POV

I told myself it would be quick.

Sign the papers. Avoid eye contact. Leave.

Nolan had arranged everything to minimize my presence—a quiet meeting room on the sixth floor, a private elevator, and a lawyer who barely looked up from her paperwork. It should've been easy. But the moment I stepped into New Way Group, the walls felt too high, the floors too polished, the air too judgmental.

I hadn't been here since the fallout. Since my grandfather found out that I wasn't the ...