Clare didn’t blink.
Twenty years had changed her, but not in the way time usually changes people.
She looked sharper now. Richer. Controlled. Her blonde hair was pulled back, her black blazer probably cost more than my rent, and every person in that lobby reacted to her like she owned the oxygen.
Because she did.
Bennett Dynamics was her company.
A billion-dollar logistics tech empire with a glass tower in downtown Chicago, a private elevator, and American flags hanging beside the security desk like the building itself was making a promise.
And me?
I was Owen Carter.
Forty-two years old.
Single father.
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