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NICHOLAS’ POV

I hated distractions and unnecessary chaos.

And I certainly didn't have time for personal entanglements.

Yet here I was standing in my office, replaying every second of the encounter between Steve and Melissa

Steve Ross was a desperate man.

I’d seen his type before men who thrived on control, who viewed people as possessions, who masked their insecurities with power. They were predictable. Dangerous, yes, but predictable.

I leaned back in my chair, watching the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. From here, everything looked small and manageable. But down below? That was where things got messy.

Where people like Steve made problems for people like me.

My jaw tightened at the thought of him storming into my building today, his temper barely leashed as he confronted Melissa in the lobby.

His wife.

Or rather, his soon-to-be ex-wife.

I'm sure he hated the thought of that, the thought of losing her.

And if there was one thing I was
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    NICHOLAS’ POV I looked out the window, my bones cracking as I stretched. I had been working all morning and decided to take a break and check on Melissa. I had quite a view of the streets from my office through the floor-to-ceiling window. I normally never waste time watching the world move beneath me. I had only watched for less than a minute before I recognized a familiar figure walking out of the building. I was confused, she was supposed to be working. Then I saw him. Steve Ross Leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting for her like some possessive bastard who thought he still had a claim. Interesting. I set my pen down and moved closer to the window, watching as the scene unfolded. Melissa stopped a few feet from him, I could see her body was tense but composed. Steve, on the other hand? He was barely holding it together. Even from up here, I could read his body language, the frustration and anger. The kind of entitlement men like him never learned to control.

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