Liam's POV
The incessant buzzing of my phone pulled me from a restless sleep. Squinting at the screen, I saw Noah's name flashing. With a groan, I answered.
"Liam, what the hell is going on?" Noah's voice crackled through the speaker, a mixture of concern and anger. "Have you seen the papers?"
I sat up, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "Good morning to you too, Noah," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Cut the crap, Liam. I'm catching the next flight out. This has gone too far."
Before I could protest, the line went dead.
I fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Noah was one of the few people whose opinion actually mattered to me. He wasn't just my best friend—he was a board member in my company. His disapproval hurt, but it wasn't enough to make me change mind.
Hours Later
The doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, Noah stood there, looking like he had aged ten years overnight.
