The city lights blurred together as night deepened over New York.
Most office buildings had gone dark hours ago, their workers long gone home to families and warm beds.
But the DOV Foods headquarters still blazed with light, one specific office on the top floor glowing like a beacon.
Lucian stood on the rooftop of the building across the street, his enhanced vision letting him see clearly through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Rowan sat at his desk, in a rigid posture, exhaustion written all over him, his fingers were on his keyboard, working vigorously and papers spread across every surface around him.
He was still searching for answers.
Lucian's chest tightened painfully.
"Have you even eaten?" he murmured to the empty air, even though he already knew the answer.
Of course Rowan hadn't eaten. Rowan never ate when he was stressed. The cold CEO never remembered to take care of himself when crisis consumed him.
