The Gilded Cage

~DONOVAN~

The numbers on my laptop screen swim together like tears I refuse to shed. Quarterly reports. Profit margins. Growth predictions.

All of it meaningless when the only thing that matters is forty-three floors below me, locked away in a penthouse that's become more prison than home.

My chest constricts with that constant, crushing weight. The coffee in my cup has gone cold hours ago, untouc