Chapter Fifty Nine: Salvatore

Ronan's POV

The marble steps felt cold beneath my feet as I made my way downstairs. Each step echoed through the empty hallway, bouncing off the high ceilings and polished walls. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor.

Lena was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. Her dark hair was pulled back in that same tight ponytail she always wore when business was involved. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, that familiar look of controlled alertness in her eyes.

"Good morning boss," I replied to her silent nod of acknowledgment.

I nodded back. No words needed between us after all these years. She knew the drill, knew what today meant.

As we made our way outside to the car park, the morning air hit my face. Cool and crisp, carrying the scent of rain from the night before. The gravel crunched under our feet as we walked toward the black sedan parked near the gate. The sun wa