Reese woke up late the next day, sunlight already streaming through her window. By the time she got to BlackOak, it was almost noon. As she walked in, she spotted a man standing at the front desk. Something about him caught her attention, so she looked twice.
The receptionist pointed in her direction, said something to the man, and he turned around.
Reese’s breath caught in her throat the moment she saw his face.
She hadn’t seen Hank in years.
He’d changed so much. The boy she remembered was long gone, replaced by a man who looked every bit the powerful, polished heir to the Meyer family. His black suit was perfectly tailored, and he carried himself with the kind of confidence that came from always being in control.
“Reese. Long time no see.”
Hank’s voice was warm, but Reese turned her gaze away. Suddenly, her feelings were a tangled mess.
This was the brother she’d rely on as a kid, the one who stood up for her when other children picked on her. Now he felt like a stranger.
So much had changed. Time had pulled them apart in ways she never expected.
Who would have thought things would end up like this?
“I sent you a message,” Hank said, smiling just like he used to. “You never replied, so I had to come find you.”
Reese remembered the message now. She’d been caught up dealing with Robbie’s drama and never got the chance to respond. Then Matthew got hurt because of her, and the Blade project hit a critical phase. She’d buried herself in work, barely remembering to eat, let alone answer texts.
Before she could say a word, a familiar voice chimed in behind her.
“Hank!”
Sofia breezed over to Hank’s side, looking flawless as always, a medical file clutched in her hand. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of smugness when she glanced at Reese.
Reese’s heart sank. She tried to keep her voice steady. “What do you want?”
Hank frowned, clearly not happy with how distant she sounded. He nodded at Sofia, who handed Reese the file.
“Take a look,” Hank said.

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