Chapter 22 The First Strike

• Nathan POV
• The next morning, the sun didn't even try to push through the gray clouds. The rain had stopped, leaving the windows of the Hale Group tower covered in a cold, thick fog that hid the city below [filegen-via-code].
• I arrived at the headquarters at exactly seven-thirty. I didn't use the VIP elevator this time; I walked straight through the main glass lobby, my boots clicking hard against the marble floor. I was wearing a fresh dark navy suit, my tie done up tight, and my shoulders squared. In my chest pocket, resting right over my heart, was Ryan’s silver security badge. It felt heavy, a constant reminder of what I was fighting for.