Nathan

Weeks later

Just like every morning lately, I arrive at the office at the crack of dawn and don’t leave until my body forces me to stop. Rubbing my eyes, I frown as I look over the latest report Scarlett handed me.

"As you can see, sales have dropped fifty percent compared to the previous quarter... ever since news of your divorce broke," she explains gently.

"I get it. You don’t need to say another word," I snap.

"I also need to inform you that Mr. Marchetti’s assistant called ...