Diego stepped out of his car, his eyes trailing up the glass facade of Falcone Industries. The building felt like a fortress of power that he no longer had a key to. He took the elevator to the executive floor, the silent ascent doing nothing to calm the storm in his stomach.
Stopping right outside the chairman's office, he took a deep breath, his fingers curling into tight fists of anticipation.
'I wonder if he's going to ask me to pay more for the damage from the incident at the company. I'm already broke,' he thought. Ever since the divorce, the safety net had been pulled out from under him.
He knocked on the heavy oak door and waited.
"Come in," Adam's voice boomed.
Diego pushed the door open and stepped inside. He saw Adam seated in the familiar leather chair, the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows silhouetting him like an uncompromising judge.
