Jay arrived at the company building faster than he expected.
The taxi ride felt like ten seconds and ten hours at the same time. His head was still buzzing from the bar, the fight, the tequila, and now Roman's message sitting like a loaded gun in his pocket.
Come to my office.
Now.
Roman never wasted words.
Jay pushed through the glass doors of the building, and the familiar scent of polished marble and expensive air freshener hit him instantly. Everything inside this place screamed money—clean floors, quiet employees, expensive suits moving quickly through hallways.
And somehow Jay was part of it now.
An intern.
A scholarship student.
Someone who technically didn't belong here.
The receptionist recognized him immediately and gave a polite smile.
"Good evening, Jay."
Jay nodded quickly. "Evening."
He didn't stop walking.
The elevator ride to the executive floor felt worse than the taxi ride. Each floor number lighting up slowly made his stomach tighten a little more.
