Cold Denial

ROMAN

I sat in my office at Zenith Holdings, staring at the same file on my computer for what felt like the tenth time without absorbing a single word. My hands rested on the desk in front of me and I looked down at them, at the veins running across the backs, at the gold band on my finger that I still wore out of habit.

I had come to the company for a meeting earlier that morning. That was t