LOGINThe city felt different that night.Or maybe it was just Tiana.She stood by the wide glass window of Vince’s penthouse, staring down at the endless stretch of lights below. From up here, everything looked small. Insignificant.People.Homes.Lives.All reduced to nothing more than flickers in the dark.It reminded her of something.Of how easily her own life had been reduced to a file.A signature.A forgotten memory.Behind her, she could hear Vince moving around quietly. The soft clink of glass. The faint sound of liquid being poured.“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes,” he said.“I like the view.”“It’s dangerous.”She glanced over her shoulder slightly.“How?”“It makes people believe they’re above everything.”Tiana turned back to the window.“Maybe some people are.”“Not even me,” Vince replied calmly.She almost smiled.Almost.A glass appeared beside her.She looked down at it.“I don’t drink.”“You don’t eat much either,” he said.“That’s not a good argument.”“It’s
The restaurant was quiet in a way that felt intentional.Not empty—no, there were people seated at tables, waiters moving gracefully between them, soft music playing in the background—but there was a sense of control in the air.Privacy.Power.The kind of place where deals were made without witnesses.Tiana noticed all of it the moment she stepped inside.“This is his kind of place,” she murmured under her breath.“Of course it is,” Vince replied calmly beside her.His presence was impossible to ignore.Even in a simple black suit, he carried authority like a second skin. People noticed when he walked in—subtle glances, lowered voices, quiet recognition.But tonight, Tiana wasn’t here for him.Her eyes scanned the room.Searching.Waiting.“Table in the back,” Vince said quietly, guiding her forward.They walked through the dimly lit space until they reached a secluded section.And there he was.Ethan Caldwell.He looked exactly like the kind of man she had imagined.Mid-forties.Sha
The rain started just before noon.At first, it was soft—barely noticeable against the tall glass windows of Donovan Industries. But within minutes, it turned into a steady downpour, the kind that blurred the city into a grey haze.Tiana barely noticed.She had been sitting at her desk for over an hour, staring at the same document.Her eyes weren’t just scanning anymore.They were searching.Because something didn’t feel right.She flipped back three pages, then forward again, her fingers tightening slightly around the paper.There.Again.The same name.Caldwell Development.Her heartbeat picked up just a little.“Why are you everywhere…” she murmured under her breath.“What did you say?” Vince’s voice came from across the room.Tiana didn’t look up.“Nothing.”But she had already stood up.The file in her hand felt heavier than it should.“Where are you going?” Vince asked, watching her closely.“To find answers.”Before he could respond, she was already walking out of the office.
The city lights were already glowing when Vince Donovan finally left his office that evening.Most of the employees had gone home hours ago. The once-busy halls of Donovan Industries were quiet now, filled only with the soft hum of air conditioners and distant footsteps of the night staff.But Vince hadn’t moved from his office for nearly two hours.Lucas’s words kept echoing in his mind.She’s terminal.Six to eight months.For a long time, Vince had stared at the documents Lucas sent him. The medical records were clear, precise, and brutally honest.Tiana Solche wasn’t just sick.She was dying.The diagnosis had a complicated medical name, but the meaning was simple enough. Her body was slowly shutting down, and there was no treatment capable of stopping it.At best, doctors could slow it down.But the ending was inevitable.Vince closed the file on his desk again.For the first time in years, something inside him felt… unsettled.Not guilt.Not exactly sympathy either.It was somet
The restroom on the executive floor was empty when Tiana pushed the door open.The moment it shut behind her, she gripped the edge of the sink tightly.Her breathing was uneven.Too fast.Too shallow.“Not now…” she whispered, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay calm.She turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto her face, hoping it would steady her.But the dizziness didn’t go away.Instead, it worsened.Her reflection in the mirror looked like a stranger.Pale.Fragile.Fading.Tiana clenched her jaw.“I’m not weak,” she muttered.“I don’t have time to be weak.”But her body didn’t listen.The pain returned sharply in her chest, spreading like a slow burn through her lungs.Her fingers tightened around the sink as her knees nearly gave out.For a moment, she thought she might collapse right there.But she forced herself to stay upright.She had survived worse than this.She had watched her entire life crumble in a single day and still kept standing.This… this was no
The next morning, Tiana stood outside the towering glass building of Donovan Industries once again.But this time, things were different.Yesterday she had walked in as a stranger.Today she was walking in as an employee.The thought felt strange in her chest.She stared up at the massive structure for a few seconds, watching the sunlight reflect off the glass windows.A year ago, this building had symbolized everything she hated.Power.Wealth.Greed.The very empire that had destroyed her family’s life.And now she was stepping inside it.“Perfect,” she murmured softly.“If I want to destroy him, I might as well start from the inside.”Taking a slow breath, she walked through the entrance.The lobby was already busy with employees rushing toward elevators, assistants carrying files, and executives talking into their phones.No one noticed her at first.Just another woman walking through the building.But that changed quickly.As soon as she approached the front desk, the receptionis







