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Psychiatric evaluation. Age 15.
I open it.
My stomach tightens.
It’s not just the aggression scores, or the dissociation markers.
It’s the description of the incident that triggered the court-ordered psych hold.
A violent episode.
I exhale slowly, the edges of the report burning into my brain.
Now I understand why he wanted the Parker Building so badly.
I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling.
Okay.
Two plans.
Plan A: Strategy. Business.
Plan B: The jugular.
Only if I have to.
Because if Maksim wants to play dirty?
He’s not the only one who knows how to destroy people from the inside out.
I glance up atthe camera again, its red light blinking in silence.
“Sorry, War,” I murmur.
“I have to do this onemyway.”
Chapter fifty-six
War
Being back in the office feels good.
Being back withher?Even better.
I sink into my chair, the familiar leather molding to me like it never stopped waiting. Everything’s sharp, humming, under control. Olivia is back under my roof. My penthouse. My office. Mylife.
I pull up the feed.
Her office flashes onto my screen. The camera isn’t tucked in her bookshelf anymore, I moved it, right above the door in plain sight, angled to catch her desk. She knows I’m watching.
And I fucking love that she knows.
She sits there, head bent, typing fast, her lips pursed in concentration. Every now and then she brushes her hair out of her eyes. She pauses to stretch, arching her back. My lips twitch as I watch her mouth something under her breath, probably cursing at the program I made her use. I could watch her all damn day.
My chest tightens just watching her. She looks so fucking good here, like she was always meant to be part of this empire.
I sigh, content, and pull the small box out of my drawer. The ring. I’d been ready to put it on her finger in Brokenwoods, but the timing was wrong. She needed to come back here first, fall back into the flow of things. In tous.When I do it, it’ll be perfect.
