Chapter 24 The Arena

• Ryan POV
• The double doors of the main boardroom looked like the entrance to a firing squad.
• I stood exactly two inches behind Nathan’s right shoulder, my hands clasped tightly behind my back in a perfect military stance. My tactical boots were flat on the thick carpet, but my muscles were coiled tight, ready to move at a fraction of a second. The silver badge clipped to my stiff uniform collar felt warm against my skin, a heavy weight that reminded me of the promise I had almost thrown away yesterday in his office.