He stepped out of the boardroom like a man with a mission.
The moment the door shut behind him, the noise of stunned executives and signed contracts faded into irrelevance. Only one thing mattered now.
Find her.
His gaze swept down the corridor, already narrowing. His strides were long, confident, and sharp.
And then—he saw her.
She was standing near the corner of the hallway, half-shadowed by the frosted glass. Her back was tense, her arms folded protectively in front of her. And beside her, slouched in shame, was someone Adam recognized from the files: Carla Moreno.
He should have kept walking.
He should've let them finish whatever awkward, tear-stained conversation they were having.
But he couldn't.
Not when Sofia's presence struck him like a jolt—an ache, a fire, a weight in his chest he hadn't felt in years.
She looked up at the exact moment he approached. And their eyes locked.
Everything else disappeared.
He took a single step closer. Her lips parted.
