Riley's POV

The penthouse looked exactly the same, but I felt like a different person walking into it. The marble floors that had once intimidated me now felt like a battlefield I was preparing to conquer.

"I don't care what the stockholders think. Handle it."

Brett stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me as he spoke on the phone, voice clipped and commanding."I don't care what the stockholders think. Handle it," he said, pacing a step before ending the call.

When he turned and ...