Chapter 128

Nathan’s POV
I adjusted the cuffs of my suit and gave myself one last look in the mirror. Crisp black, charcoal tie, hair combed back neatly—not bad for a Monday morning. Claire’s voice floated down the hallway, reminding me we were going to be late if we didn’t leave now. I grabbed my folder and made my way down.
She was waiting at the door, radiant in a navy blue skirt and white blouse that somehow looked like it was designed specifically for her. There was a calm confidence in her posture I couldn’t ignore—shoulders high, eyes sharp, lips moving fast as she gave last-minute notes about the upcoming meeting.