Cole’s POV

The city sprawls beneath me like a living map, thousands of lights glimmering against the velvet backdrop of night, restless and unyielding, a mirror of the rhythm that beats in my veins. I stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, hands tucked casually into the pockets of my tailored trousers, a glass of scotch resting on the low table behind me, the faint burn of its taste still lingering on my tongue. The skyline is mine to command, just as every deal, every rival, ...