THE BILLIONAIRE THEY NEVER SAW COMING

CHAPTER 250

The elevator chimed softly on the seventy-eighth floor of Everhart Holdings.

Logan Harricks adjusted his tie for the third time as the receptionist led him through the expansive glass hallway. His palms were sweating, though the temperature in the building was comfortably chilled. He’d rehearsed his apology at least twenty times in the car. Still, his mouth felt dry.

He had barely slept since the lounge incident.

Not after discovering who Javier Everhart actually was.

He’d made a grave mistake — one his shareholders were already whispering about.

The receptionist stopped at a tall set of matte-black double doors. She didn’t knock. She simply stepped aside.

“He’s waiting,” she said.

Logan inhaled sharply and entered.

The room was stunning in its minimalism. Black marble floors. An enormous window overlooking the skyline. A single long table, clean save for a sleek laptop and a cup of untouched espresso.

And behind the table sat Javier.

In the same modest style jacket.

No nameplate. No