The mahogany door to Bart’s office felt heavier than usual, a tangible representation of the guilt and regret weighing him down. He hadn’t been sleeping, fueled instead by a cocktail of black coffee and recriminations. The city lights blurred through the panoramic window, mirroring the chaos in his mind. He'd built Sterling Industries on logic and precision, on cold, calculated decisions. And now, here he was, a mess of conflicted emotions over a man who wore dresses and a secret like armor.