Damien POV
The elevator doors slid open on the fifty-seventh floor of Blackwood Tower, and I stepped out to find my assistant looking up from her desk, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Mr. Blackwood, I wasn't expecting—" She half-rose from her chair.
"Clear my schedule for the day." I walked past her without stopping, entering my office as the door closed behind me with a soft click. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city spread out below—thousands of buildings, millions of people—and somewhere out there, my son.
My son.
I pressed my palms against the glass, feeling the cold surface like everything else in this damn tower. I'd built an empire here, made billions, crushed competitors, and for what? So I could throw out my pregnant wife because I was too much of a coward to trust her?
