Se connecterI offer a smile, all teeth, but none of them friendly. “If you’re worried, Arthur, I suggest you keep your seatbelt on. The next quarter’s going to be a hell of a ride.” He laughs, soft and practiced, and sits back. The contest has drawn blood, but neither animal is ready to yield. Above us, the l
He lets the word legend hang, and it lands with the weight of a threat. Hargrove’s jaw tightens, but he tries for neutral. “We were just reviewing the final deliverables. I assume you have something to add, Mr. Reynolds?” Arthur folds his hands, fingers interlaced, and leans forward just enough to
The room is made of glass and consequence. Every surface gleams, every line calculated for maximal intimidation, even the view—twenty-eight floors above the city’s rust-scabbed arteries, windows so clear you could imagine the building didn’t exist at all. Only the table is solid: ten feet of lacquer
But the wolf is not impressed. A twig snaps, sharp as a gunshot. I whip around, every muscle strung, ready to fight or flee. For a second, I think I see movement—a flash of pale, a blur of blue—but it could be the afterimage of the moon on my retinas, nothing more. My pulse stutters, then races. I
I grab for the briefing packet, the one I prepped last night, and my hand trembles as I hold it up to the screen. Lucas’s eyes track the movement. I see him make a mental note, the kind he’ll bring up later, in private, like it’s a kindness to pretend he doesn’t know I’m falling apart. There’s anot
Lila is in before seven, as promised. She’s got a triple-shot for me, heavy on the syrup, and she sets it at the edge of my desk like she’s leaving an offering at the foot of a dangerous idol. “Thank you,” I say, careful not to look up for too long. She’s a smart one; she’d see what’s wrong in a he
The crosswalk sign flashes red as I approach, an unwavering command to stop, to wait, to hold. I heed it, just this once. There is no harm in pausing when I know what lies ahead. The penthouse is a world apart from the one I now move through, but I carry pieces of it with me, fragments of luxury an
The lock clicks behind me, each sound an echoing note of freedom. I inhale the promise of the morning and the heavy shroud of Derek’s latest message unfurls in the back of my mind. I will not think about it, about him, until I must. The weight of obligation falls away as I step forward, closing the
The first hum of traffic stirs beneath the apartment, the city awakening like a great beast stretching itself from slumber. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting the warmth of the hardwood with practiced silence. In the hush, I hear the measured tick of my wristwatch from acros
My name commands attention, even whispered behind mirrored walls. Mara Wolfe. I sense the weight of their eyes on me, catch the reflection of their stunned admiration. Before my floor arrives, they already fear me. The girl with the coffee spills half of it on the way to her mouth, staining her bl







