Raphael's POV
I stood by the window of my office staring at the city below. The glass reflected me faintly, but my focus stayed outside where everything looked normal despite the fact that my life was not.
Today was the last day I would stand in this office.
Everything around me had already been cleared out. The shelves were empty, the drawers stripped bare, the name that once defined every decision I made was already slipping away piece by piece.
All that remained was a framed photograph of Lynn and me on my desk. I had not packed it yet. I told myself I would take it after the handover. A final thing to carry with me, even if it made no sense to keep it anymore.
After today, I would have nothing to do with Volkov Apex. The door opened without a knock.
I didn't bother turning there was no need to. From the reflection in the glass I already saw him, Dad.
