RYDERI walked into Ethan Reed’s office building with Leo at my side, my steps deliberate and unhurried. The assertive rhythm of my shoes on the polished marble floor drew every eye in the lobby. People stopped mid-conversation, heads turning, whispers spreading like ripples. I didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them wonder why Ryder Voss, the man who rarely showed his face in these corporate halls, was here today.We reached the executive floor. Ethan’s secretary, a polished woman in her thirties, stepped in front of us the moment we approached his office door.“Excuse me, Mr. Ryder,” she said politely but firmly, “but you don’t have an appointment to see Mr. Ethan. He’s very busy today and—”“Move aside,” I said coldly, my voice low and final.She hesitated for half a second, then stepped back without another word.I didn’t knock.I pushed the door open and walked in, Leo following silently behind me.Ethan was on the phone, leaning back in his leather chair, looking every bit the su
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