The next morning, Roman stood before the mirror, adjusting his tie. The annoyance from yesterday lingered, and sleeplessness weighed heavily on him.
Memories played on a loop in his mind, fueling his anger. He remembered clenching his teeth, desperately trying to suppress his emotions, but tears had betrayed him as they traced down his face.
How could this have happened without his knowledge?
He couldn't bear to consider the pain his mother had endured. The man she trusted had betrayed her—and now Mr. Golden was coming for him? Roman was resolute; he would take that man down, no matter the cost. Revenge consumed him, overshadowing any fear of injury or loss.
After sliding on his blazer and adjusting the collar with precision, he grabbed the waiting briefcase and strode purposefully toward the door.
