Chapter 43 Earned, Not Taken

• Adrian sat alone in his penthouse office, the skyline glittering beyond the glass, untouched whiskey in his hand. He hadn't slept. Not really. Not since she’d said those words—simple, devastating: “Then earn your place.”
• He didn’t know what that meant exactly. But for the first time in years, he wanted to try.
• When Sienna entered the office the next morning, he didn’t speak—not with dominance, not with demand. He simply rose, crossed the room, and handed her coffee. Her favorite, just the way she took it. No secretary, no assistant. Just him.