Nico's POV

All my excitement fades into thin air as I step into the large hall.

My personal assistant walks in behind me, holding a set of files under one arm.

My mind isn’t here at all; it still feels like I’m back in my office. A part of me wonders if Jasmine would still be there.

"You're late, Clifford," the spokesman of the board says. I look up to see the huge man in a gray suit and black tie. He leans back in his chair at the head of the round table and taps his smartwatch as if ...