Chapter 34: The Missed Call

Clarence’s POV

The week passed in a blur. Conference calls stacked on back-to-back, contracts needing final sign-off, last-minute figures that didn’t align, and one high-stakes dinner that ended in a handshake worth eight digits. I didn’t look up from my laptop for more than a few minutes at a time. That was how I worked. Clean. Efficient. All-in. I didn’t let distractions bleed into the zone.

Until Friday night.

I was alone in the Shanghai suite, sprawled across the leather couch with my tie half undone and my shirt unbuttoned at the throat. The city lights glittered behind the glass like frost on steel. I’d powered down my work phone after the last email went out, but my personal one had been charging all day on the corner table.

I picked it up, more out of routine than curiosity, and tapped the screen.

Seven missed calls.

Three from unfamiliar numbers.

Four from Freya.

I sat up straighter.

Freya isn’t someone who’d call.