Michael’s POVThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out, adjusting my cuffs as I headed down the corridor. My assistant’s voice caught my attention first. He was standing near my office door, speaking with someone in a low, clipped tone that sounded like an argument.When I got closer, my assistant noticed me immediately and straightened. The man he was talking to turned at the same time, and I stopped for a second when I saw who it was. Ethan.For a moment, we just looked at each other. I didn’t expect him to show up here, and he looked too calm for someone who had every reason to hate my guts. He stepped forward and stretched his hand out for a handshake. I took it, a little surprised at his calmness. His grip was firm, his face unreadable, like he came here on serious business.He didn’t waste time. “I need to talk to you, Michael. It’s important, and I won’t take much of your time.”I gave a small nod and opened the door, motioning for him to come in. Once inside, I settled
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