Irvin's POV
My heart hammered against my ribs as I clutched the steering wheel harder. The street ahead became a hazy blur, but the only thing consuming my thoughts was that merciless clock on the dashboard.
Well beyond the scheduled time. Shit. I was running behind, and my father would definitely make me pay for it.
I pressed the gas pedal deeper.
The burden on my shoulders pressed down like dead weight.
I couldn't mess up again—not following last quarter's disaster. Not with the board suffocating us with their scrutiny. And definitely not with my father's relentless demands hanging over my head.
As the urban landscape grew nearer, that massive tower appeared in my line of sight.
Sure, I enjoyed getting under my father's skin, but I knew exactly when to pull back so my brother wouldn't pay the price.
