THE CEO'S SECRET INDULGENCE
It was the knowledge that she’d looked happy for the first time in years… and he’d destroyed that.
Caelum’s voice pulled him back once more. “Knight, you’ll meet with the London representatives at eleven. Make sure everything’s in order before the announcement.”
Knight nodded. “Understood.”
But the words sounded mechanical, empty.
He set the cup down carefully, stood, and adjusted his suit jacket. “I’ll handle the rest from my office.”
As he turned to leave, Lysander called out, half-joking, “Try not to look so grim, brother. It’s morning, not a funeral.”