A few hours later, Rowan and Lucian had arrived at Philadelphia.
A sleek company car had been waiting for them at the airport, the driver already holding the door open before they even approached.
It transported them to the branch office immediately, cutting through the city streets with practiced efficiency.
On getting there, all the staff were visibly surprised to see the CEO himself standing in their lobby.
Whispers rippled through the office like wildfire.
"Is that Mr. Donovan?"
"The CEO is here? In person?"
"This must be serious..."
Despite the headache pounding relentlessly in his skull and the pain radiating through his ribs, Rowan was still walking with his usual cold, commanding presence.
His gaze was sharp and menacing, his posture straight, just as his three-piece suit.
No one would have guessed he was dying inside.
