FAZER LOGINAmy woke to the sound of rain.
It tapped gently against the window, soft enough to blend into the quiet of the morning, but persistent enough to pull her from sleep. For a few seconds she remained still, staring at the ceiling while trying to remember where she was.
Then she turned her head.
Zion was asleep in the chair beside her bed.
A faint smile touched her lips before she could stop it.
He had stayed.
She remembered asking him not to leave, but s
The car moved through the quiet streets with its headlights cutting through the darkness, but Amy barely noticed the road.Her mind was still inside that house.Inside the hidden passage.Inside the conversation with Elena.Inside the photograph of Adrian Cole standing beside her grandfather decades ago.She stared through the window, watching streetlights slide across the glass.Beside her, Zion was unusually quiet.His hand rested over hers, his thumb moving slowly across her knuckles as though the simple gesture could keep her anchored.Amy finally looked at him."Yo
The sound of footsteps approaching the old Armstrong residence seemed louder than they should have been.Amy stood frozen in her grandfather's study, the handwritten letter still clutched between her fingers. Through the window, she could see three men moving toward the house with deliberate steps. They weren't rushing. They didn't need to.They knew exactly where they were going.Zion moved toward the door and lowered his voice. "We're leaving."Amy looked at him. "But the evidence—""We have the evidence."She looked down at the box on the desk.The documents, the flash drive and her grandfather's letter were all there.
Amy read the message for the fourth time before locking her phone.If you want to know what your family has been hiding, come alone.Below it was an address she recognized.An old office complex on the outskirts of the city.Her first instinct was to tell Zion.Her second was to delete the message.Instead, she sat at the edge of the bed and stared at the rain sliding down the window.She knew what Zion would say.Don't go.And for once, she couldn't blame him.
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Amy stared at the rejection email on her laptop and laughed bitterly.“Unfortunately, we’ve decided to move forward with another candidate.”Again.She slammed the laptop shut and dropped back onto her couch with frustration.The apartment around her was small compared to the Armstrong mansion, but
Amy threw her heels across the room the second her bedroom door slammed shut behind her.One landed near the vanity.The other hit the wall.“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly.She loosened the collar of her blouse and stared at herself in the mirror.Calm face.Perfect hair.Controlled expression.Ex
Amy Armstrong adjusted the sleeve of her blazer for the third time before stepping out of the car.The towering glass building before her reflected the early morning sun like a polished diamond.Diamond Towers.Her father’s empire.Soon to be hers.A lump formed in her throat.“Miss Armstrong?” the
I had walked into intimidating rooms before.Boardrooms filled with executives who thought they knew more than me.Meetings where my last name spoke before I did.But nothing prepared me for this.Zion Petrakis didn’t just sit behind his desk.He owned the space.The room was too quiet, too bright,







