The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Nick Carter stepped into Elevate Strategic Group's headquarters, his presence drawing immediate attention. He was dressed impeccably, but there was something unsteady in his stride — a storm barely contained behind his calm exterior.
The receptionist greeted him politely, but he didn't respond. He already knew where he was going. Straight to her.
Samantha Bradley's office.
The glass doors parted as he entered, revealing her standing by the tall windows, bathed in the soft afternoon light. The skyline stretched behind her, the city humming below — yet she stood perfectly still, a statue of control.
"Mr. Carter," she said without turning around. "No appointment today? I'm flattered."
Nick's voice was low, rough. "Cut the act, Samantha."
Her gaze flicked toward him briefly, then back to the view. "You seem tense. Trouble at home?"
