Ryan sat in his office, fingers tapping impatiently against the polished wood of his desk. The city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the view did little to soothe the storm brewing inside him. Stacks of paperwork cluttered his space, emails flooded his inbox, and his employees were proving to be more of a headache than a help.
Yet, amidst the chaos of his responsibilities, his mind kept drifting back to one thing.
Emily.
She had been a mystery the moment he met her, but now, she was an enigma he was determined to solve. The shift in her demeanor, the flicker of someone else behind her eyes—it hadn't gone unnoticed. And the more he thought about it, the more his obsession grew.
Leaning back in his chair, he exhaled sharply. He needed answers. He needed to know exactly what made her tick, what fractures existed beneath her surface, and how he could piece them together to make her his.
"Miko," Ryan called out.
The door opened almost instantly, and his personal bodyguard stepped inside, his presence as commanding as ever. "Yes, sir?"
Ryan didn't look up, instead, he scrolled through his phone, pulling up search results on Dissociative Identity Disorder. "Find me a specialist. Someone who knows everything there is to know about this condition. I want them in my office by the end of the week."
Miko's expression remained unreadable, but he gave a curt nod. "Understood. Anything specific?"
Ryan's grip on his phone tightened, his jaw clenching. "Someone discreet. Someone who won't ask questions."
Miko didn't hesitate. "I'll make the arrangements."
As the bodyguard exited, Ryan finally allowed himself a slow, wicked smile. He didn't just want to understand Emily—he wanted to control every part of her. And if knowledge was the key, then he would unlock every door inside her mind.
No matter what it took.