The image was taken from a different angle, an angle that made everything Nicholas had missed before come into sharp, unforgiving focus.
His throat dried, and for a fleeting second, he forgot how to breathe. The photo didn't just show a woman walking, it showed her. Hailey. Alive.
Before he could piece together a single coherent thought, the door to his office burst open.
Killian stormed in, his expression thunderous.
Nicholas didn't have the chance to speak as Killian beat him to it.
"Why did you sign with Marcelli's corporation without consulting me first?" Killian barked.
His voice echoed across the office like a gunshot.
Nicholas arched a brow, leaning back in his chair with deliberate calm. "Good afternoon to you too, Killian."
"Don't deflect," Killian snapped. "I just went over the paperwork from the last board meeting. You signed a partnership deal with Sophia's father behind my back."
Nicholas folded his arms and shrugged. "And?"
