I didn’t stop walking until I reached the curb.

Cold air stung my cheeks, the night pressing sharp against my skin. The city lights swam, smeared into streaks of gold and red, while my heels beat a frantic rhythm on the pavement. Only when I tasted the bitterness of iron in the back of my throat did the truth strike me.

I hadn’t walked out on just a man.

I had walked out on Soren Bellandi.

The Chairman of Parsons Worldwide.

My boss.

The one man who could unravel everything I had built ...