Nicky leaned back in his chair, eyes stinging from the screen. The final page of the proposal blinked in front of him. Numbers, projections, investor notes, all polished and signed. Another multimillion dollar project ready to move.
He closed the document and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The office was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. His uncle had not shown up all week.
Not that it mattered. Ever since the takeover, the old man had been a ghost, out of the meetings, out of the board, out of his mind. Nicky did not care. The company ran smoother without him.
For the first time in months, he felt clean. His head was clear, his hands steady. The worst of the drug withdrawals had passed, and there were no ghosts whispering in the corners anymore. Only one thing stayed in his mind the whole day, Eliana.
