LOGIN**Chapter 31 — "Old Ghosts"**The woman was waiting outside Sora's building when she came home from the office, standing under the awning like she'd been there long enough to memorize the pattern of the sidewalk.Sora almost walked past her. Almost. But something about the way the woman straightened when she saw her, deliberate and unhurried, made her stop."Sora Robbins.""Do I know you?""Not yet." The woman's smile was thin, careful, the kind of smile that gave away nothing. "Nephis Lukeman. I think you'll want to hear what I have to say before you decide whether that's a problem."Sora's grip tightened on her bag. "I don't know you, and I don't know why you're standing outside my building.""Because what I have to tell you isn't something I wanted to say over the phone, or in an email that could be forwarded, or anywhere with cameras that might make its way into whatever mess your life has become since the accident."
**Chapter 30 — "George's Ultimatum"**Victor's study smelled the way it always had, leather and old paper and something faintly bitter, like the man himself had seeped into the walls over thirty years of sitting behind that desk.George wheeled himself in at his father's summons, the way he'd been summoned a hundred times before, and already he could feel the particular weight in the air that meant this wasn't going to be an ordinary conversation."Sit," Victor said, without looking up from the papers in front of him. "Not that you have much choice in the matter.""I'm already sitting, Dad. In case you hadn't noticed."Victor's eyes flicked up at that, cold and assessing. "Careful.""I'm always careful." George rolled forward until he was directly across the desk from his father, close enough that Victor couldn't pretend to be absorbed in paperwork for long. "You wanted to talk. So talk."Victor set his pen down with del
**Chapter 29 — "Cassie's First Crack"** Cassie had been sitting in her car across the street for forty minutes before Melvin came out of the restaurant alone. She'd told herself she wasn't going to come. She'd said it out loud that morning, to her own reflection, like saying it would make it true. *He's just having dinner. It's paperwork. It's nothing.* And then she'd found herself in the car anyway, parked where the streetlight didn't quite reach, watching the warm windows of that restaurant like she could will herself to see through brick. She saw them through the glass twice. Once near the beginning, Sora laughing at something, careful and small, the way people laugh when they're not sure they're allowed to yet. And once near the end, when Melvin leaned forward across the table and said something that made Sora go very still. Cassie's hands were shaking on the steering wheel by the time Melvin walked out into the night a
**Chapter 28 — "Reintroduction"**The text came in at nine in the morning, while Sora was still deciding whether or not to tell Jack about David Cho.*I know this might be unwelcome. I'd like to take you to dinner. Just to talk. There's paperwork on the estate that needs both our signatures, and I'd rather do that in person than through lawyers. Your choice of restaurant. Your choice of night. — M*She read it four times before she set the phone face-down on the counter, like that would stop the words from being true.Melvin. Asking to see her. Politely. Like a stranger requesting a meeting instead of a man who used to look at her across a table and find some new soft part of her body to mention out loud, smiling the whole time so it sounded like a joke.She picked the phone back up.*What paperwork*, she typed, then deleted it. Too much like she was already agreeing.She tried again. *I'll think about it.*Thre
**Chapter 27 — "The Consultancy's First Client"**The email sat open on Sora's laptop for eleven minutes before she let herself believe it was real.*We'd love to move forward with your proposal. When can you start?*Eleven minutes. She'd counted, because counting felt safer than hoping.She read it again. Then she stood up from the kitchen table so fast her chair scraped against the floor, and she laughed, an actual laugh, sharp and surprised, like it had been startled out of her."Okay," she said to the empty apartment. "Okay, okay, okay."Her phone was already in her hand before she decided to pick it up. Miranda answered on the second ring."I got one," Sora said. "A real client. Not a favor, not someone Jack talked to.... an actual company hired me.""Sora." Miranda's voice cracked with how loud it got. "Sora, oh my god.""Fairweather Home Goods. They want a full rebrand, social strategy, the whole
**Chapter 26: Terms and Conditions**The Blackwood Corporation boardroom on the fortieth floor was designed to intimidate — floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides, a table long enough to seat twenty, the entire skyline arranged behind the head chair like a backdrop meant to remind everyone in the room exactly whose empire they were sitting inside. Sora had been in this room exactly twice before, both times at Jack's invitation, both times as a guest rather than a subject of discussion.Today was different.She stood outside the double doors at 9:52 AM, eight minutes before the emergency session Jack had called was set to begin, and felt the particular vertigo of knowing that whatever was about to happen inside would be, in some significant part, about her."You don't have to come in," Jack said quietly, standing beside her, his hand resting at the small of her back. "I can handle the board without you present.""I know I don't have to," So







