The Stopped Watch
Language: en
I rarely set foot in the agency. The company was a holding left to me by my mother. I’d always found the corporate grind too tedious to manage, so three years ago, I handed the reins to Nolan. He was my gilded pet project. The man I kept at the absolute center of my world. I funded a fifty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance without blinking. I bought the penthouse; I bought the cars. Whatever Nolan wanted, the answer was always yes. To him, I was probably just a trust-fund dilettante who signed the checks and stayed out of the way. Today was a rare exception. I actually went into the…