LOGINThe fifth lot began. Edward moved to speak to someone at the side of the room. I watched the auctioneer. She crossed the room toward him. He turned when she spoke. She laughed. It had worked before, that laugh. I scanned the sixth lot. Mixed media, authenticated 2019, provenance verified. Her h
Alicia's POV Volkov was already at the door when we came in. His eyes went to my dress and came back up. Lazily. He turned to Edward, and they shook hands. It ran a half-second longer than it needed. "You both came," he said. "You invited us," Edward said. "I invite many people. They don't alwa
Edward's POV He still thinks he came here for the meeting. The room absorbed it. Nobody spoke. Alicia studied the table. Volkov’s attention stayed on her, patient, certain of the space he occupied. I picked up my water glass. Drank. Set it down. He leaned forward. "What I bring isn't only cap
"Two weeks," he said. "Who handled it?" "Me." He looked at me steadily. "You built a structure to reduce dependence on any single person. And the first time it was tested." "I was there and it needed handling." "You're always there." His eyes moved to Edward and back. "That’s what I’m trying to
Alicia's POV The building was ten minutes from the hotel. We didn’t speak in the car. I ran through the framework. Ownership structure. Rotterdam timeline. Enforcement protocols. Edward sat to my left, close enough that our shoulders nearly touched, and not a word passed between us the entire driv
Dubai watched me. Martens did the same. The third one tilted his head, like he had heard something he could not place. "Are you her lawyer?" Dubai asked. "No." "Then why do you know about the paperwork?" "I just." I breathed. "I am familiar with the situation." "Familiar," the third one repeate
Edward's POV The study door was open when I heard footsteps in the hall. Heavy. Intentional. Not Marie's careful steps or my mother's heels clicking against floor. I looked up from the contracts spread across my desk. Daniel filled the doorway. Still in the same clothes from brunch. White shirt
Either the sender was toying with me, or this was something far uglier, and I was doing exactly what they wanted by standing around in the open. I walked toward the down escalator. Fast. Not looking back anymore. Not caring who saw me leave. I stepped onto the moving metal stairs. A figure rose
Sat down. Coil both hands around the cup even though the heat stung. Every sound felt too jarring: the espresso machine shrieking and hissing, a phone kept ringing somewhere nearby, over and over, with no one answering it. A child wailing somewhere on the first floor. Voices collided into a tangle
Edward's POV My phone buzzed for the third time before nine. Vivienne. I let it ring out. It sat face down on my desk next to Philip's email from this morning. Extension granted—two additional weeks. Opposing counsel notified at 8:47 AM. Alicia knew by now. Knew I'd asked for more time. Kne







