Mag-log inThe rain had rinsed the city clean, but the morning that followed tasted like metal. Evelyn arrived at Drake Tower just after seven and found the lobby already crowded with quiet suits and restless eyes. Security badges chirped. Phones pulsed in gloved hands. News crawls moved across the atrium screens with the leisure of a slow knife.
Hana met her at the private elevator, tablet pressed to her chest. “It landed at five,” she said without preface. “Claudia retained Valliant and Crowe. They filed for an injunction to halt the internal review and to suspend the advisory panel’s authority during the dispute.”
Evelyn stepped into the car. “On what grounds.”
“Bias,” Hana said. “They argue the review is a personal vendetta led by Celeste and you. They claim due process violations, selective evidence, and reputational harm that rises to a breach of fiduciary duty.”
The elevator doors slid open to
The library felt different after the truth had been spoken aloud.What had once been a place of reverence now carried a quiet unease, as if the walls themselves remembered too much. Evelyn remained seated at the long table long after Noah and Hana left to begin cross checks. Alexander stood near the shelves, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on a row of leather bound volumes he had grown up believing were harmless records of success.Celeste watched him with an expression that blended sorrow and resolve.“You should not carry this alone,” Evelyn said softly.Alexander turned. “I am not sure I know how not to.”Celeste closed the folder and slid it aside. “Then we begin with truth instead of silenc
The night after the board session ended in silence, Evelyn barely slept. The day had closed with the severing of Claudia’s access, with the board finally unified and the immediate threat contained. Yet instead of relief, Evelyn felt a pressure she could not name. Claudia’s defeat had come too cleanly, too quietly. There had been no explosion, no public collapse, no dramatic final strike. Just absence. And absence, Evelyn had learned, was often where the most dangerous truths waited.By morning, the feeling had hardened into certainty.Something remained unfinished.She carried that unease with her back into Drake Tower, moving through the corridors with practiced composure. The company had stabilized. Analysts were calm. The press had shifted its attention elsewhere. On paper, the war appeared over.It was not.
Claudia moved faster than expected.Within forty eight hours, a new rumor surfaced. This one sharper. More dangerous. It did not drift through informal channels or whispered conversations. It appeared fully formed, dressed in credibility, already framed as concern rather than accusation.A leak suggesting Alexander had intervened in personnel decisions beyond Evelyn’s promotion.Hana burst into the war room with her tablet, breath quick, expression tight. “This is false,” she said immediately. “Every claim can be disproven. But it is spreading faster than we can counter it.”Noah took the tablet, scanning the report line by line. His jaw set. “She is expanding the pattern. She wants the board to believe this is not an isolated instance. She is constructing a history. A narrative of favoritism disguised as leadership.”Evelyn felt heat rise behind her eyes. “She is rewriting reality.”Celeste’s eyes darkened, the lines at the corners deepening with recognition rather than surprise. “Sh
The request arrived the following morning.A formal board inquiry into executive impartiality.Not an accusation. A review.Evelyn read the memo twice before looking up at Noah. The language was careful, polished, and deliberately neutral. Concern for governance standards. Duty of oversight. Commitment to transparency. Every phrase designed to sound responsible rather than hostile.“This is Claudia,” Evelyn said.“Yes,” Noah replied. “She framed it as procedural. Enough directors signed to force the discussion without appearing aligned. No fingerprints. Just momentum.”Alexander stood motionless beside the window, the city stretching beneath him in clean lines of glass and steel. His reflection stared back, calm on the surface, taut beneath. “She wants the board to question whether I can lead objectively.”Celeste’s voice cut through the tension, measured and steady. “Then we give them clarity. Ambiguity is her weapon. We remove it.”Evelyn shook her head. “This is no longer about pol
The first sign came quietly. Too quietly.Evelyn noticed it in the way conversations paused when Alexander entered certain rooms. Not stopped. Just shifted. A hesitation that had not existed before. It followed him through Drake Tower like a faint echo, subtle enough to dismiss but persistent enough to register. Executives smiled a fraction too late. Assistants avoided eye contact for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Even familiar colleagues adjusted their posture, as though reminding themselves to remain neutral. The building itself felt watchful, as if measuring him against an invisible scale.By midday, Noah confirmed what her instincts already suspected.“Claudia is not attacking operations anymore,” Noah said in the war room. “She is attacking perception. Specifically Alexander’s.”Evelyn frowned. “How.”“Anonymous briefings. Background whispers. Nothing traceable. She is questioning whether Alexander is compromised by personal loyalty rather than corporate judgment.”Alexander







