The elevator finally dinged on the forty-eighth floor. Cole stepped out without waiting for me.

Marcus, his assistant, was waiting. “Sir, I have those reports-”

“Later.” Cole said as he kept walking steadily. “Hold all my calls.”

“Yes, sir.”

The office doors opened, and I followed him into a space that could have swallowed my entire childhood bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Expensive furniture. Everything sharp and cold and perfect.

Like him.

The doors closed with a ...