Chapter 70 - The Open Ocean
The future stretched out before us like an open, uncharted ocean waiting to be explored—vast, brilliant, and completely unhindered by the shadows of yesterday.
Moretti Logistics stood as a titan of ethical, secure global commerce, a testament to what happens when intelligence, courage, and absolute loyalty intersect at the right moment in time.
Yet, sitting together inside the warm, sunlit sanctuary of the penthouse later that evening, surrounded by the quiet hum of our life together, the corporate empire felt secondary to the simple, profound reality of our partnership.
Harper sat across from me on the plush leather sofa, her legs curled beneath her, reviewing architectural sketches for our upcoming home on the waterfront outside Annapolis—a place with wide porches, a private dock, and no security guards standing at the gate.
“What do you think of the boathouse design?” she asked, holding up the blueprint for my inspection.
I smiled, reaching across the table to take her hand. “I think it’s perfect. As long as there’s a kitchen large enough for you to cook dinner without worrying about inventory spreadsheets.”
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Harper laughed, shaking her head with affectionate amusement. “You’ll never let me live down those spreadsheets, will you?”
“Never,” I replied, pulling her across the cushions into my arms. “They’re part of your charm.”
