Theresa
I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air as the sleek, midnight-black SUV glided smoothly down the tree-lined boulevard toward the high-rise district.
Sitting in the plush leather backseat, I looked out the tinted window at the towering glass skyscrapers of the corporate plaza ahead. The Ironclad Group wasn't just any company; it was the commercial heartbeat of the entire region, and returning to its headquarters felt like stepping back into the center of my world.
Leonard was behind the wheel, his large hands holding the leather steering wheel with relaxed precision, while Lawrence sat in the front passenger seat, casually swiping through economic reports on his tablet. Lurgard sat right beside me in the back, sitting uncharacteristically still, his long legs shifted toward the door as if he was trying to leave a respectful three feet of space between us.
