Later that night, Sebastian sat in the dim light of his study, his elbows resting on the mahogany desk, his fingers steepled in front of his lips. The room carried a sense of nostalgia, with shelves lined with books and memorabilia that whispered of his family's legacy.
It had been months since he'd stepped into this room, preferring the comfort of working from his bedroom. But tonight was different. Tonight, the weight of the past demanded the gravitas of the space.
In front of him lay the file Georgia had handed him earlier, its pristine edges and thick pages mocking him with unanswered questions. His eyes lingered on the embossed Wilson Group logo.
It had been one of the fastest-growing companies in recent years, rising from obscurity to claim a spot among the industry giants. He had been impressed by their trajectory—until tonight. Until Georgia.