The skyline glittered like a crown over Valerio Tower, each light a silent witness to the empire Adrian Valerio was born to rule. From his office on the seventy-second floor, the city looked small, tamed, as though it bowed to him. But Adrian didn’t feel powerful. Not tonight. “Sir,” came a voice from the doorway. Smooth, calm, with the faintest hint of warmth just enough to make it dangerous.Ethan Cross.The one man in this building who didn’t look at him like a walking bank account. The one man who could step into the room without knocking and not get thrown out. His assistant. His shadow. And, if Adrian admitted it to himself, the only person keeping him from drowning. “You have the contract from Marseille,” Ethan said, stepping in with a folder in one hand and a coffee in the other. “Extra shot. Just how you like it.”Adrian allowed himself a small smirk. “You’ve been reading my mind again.” “Not hard to do. You’ve had that same look since the board meeting like you’d rather
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