Chapter 147
Nolan
Jack had said it so simply that it irritated me.
"You're overthinking because you have too much time to think."
As if that explained the spirals. As if insecurity were a clock you could switch off by keeping your hands busy.
Still, he hadn't been wrong.
Which is why I'm standing in front of a building that looks like it was carved from glass and ambition, smoothing down the front of my suit for the third time in the last minute.
The structure rises in reflective panels, silver-blue and unforgiving. It doesn't belong to Solmere. I can tell that much immediately. Solmere architecture tends toward stone and heritage, ornamental flourishes and subtle nods to history. This place is clean lines and international money. Modern. Controlled. Powerful without shouting.
It belongs to Ivan's husband.
