And Garvin.
He would have built what she had asked of him, the only safeguard if another apocalypse were to break out.
Scarlett flagged down a taxi and climbed in. "Anderson Company," she instructed.
The driver gave a curt nod and pulled into the steady stream of traffic.
Minutes later, the car rolled to a stop before a towering skyscraper, its mirrored windows reflecting the sky. This place where she had once spent years working, clawing her way up was now just another building to her.
Scarlett exhaled deeply, then stepped out of the taxi, paid the driver, and turned her gaze toward the grand entrance. Just as she was about to walk in, her eyes caught sight of a lone figure seated on the edge of the building's courtyard, his back turned to her.
Her breath hitched.
Garvin?
Without thinking, she stepped toward him, anticipation coiling tightly in her chest. But as soon as the man turned, disappointment rushed through her veins.
