Chapter 125

• Reuben
• The notification on my phone flashed as I was pouring myself a drink, the amber liquid swishing inside my glass, casting a soft reflection on the polished marble floors of my penthouse suite. The evening’s golden glow from the city skyline barely cut through the luxurious darkness of the space, and for a brief moment, everything felt as still as my mood.
• I glanced at the message, one that seemed almost deliberately timed—a quick update from one of my guys keeping tabs on Emily.