The winter dusk settled quickly over Lyon, painting the narrow streets in long shadows. After leaving Gerard’s home, Evelyn, Alexander, and Mason drove back into the city, the silence inside the car weighted with unspoken thoughts. Gerard had not given them his answer. He had listened, shared fragments of history, and then retreated into his study, leaving them with more questions than certainty.
At a modest hotel tucked between two stone buildings, Mason secured adjoining rooms and a private suite where they could prepare for the morning. Evelyn stood at the window, watching the glow of lamps flicker on across the old rooftops. She thought of Gerard, his sharp eyes and the way he had said, We will see which is heavier.
Alexander entered quietly and placed a cup of tea on the small table beside her. “You listened
The morning after their long night of planning, Evelyn arrived at Drake Tower early. The lobby was quiet, the marble floor gleaming in the pale light, but the weight of tension hung in the air. She knew Claudia’s campaign would not wait, and the press could erupt at any moment.When she entered the war room, Hana and Noah were already at work. Screens displayed timelines of Evelyn’s career, each date and location pinned with meticulous care. Mason stood near the window, speaking in low tones on the phone, coordinating contacts abroad. Alexander was there too, calm as always, though Evelyn could see the focus in his eyes sharpened even more than usual.Hana looked up as Evelyn took her seat. “I spoke to our contact at The Herald of Seoul. They are willing to run a profile if we provide material. They agreed
Claudia Moreau had not set foot in the boardroom, yet her absence was felt the moment the vote ended. Evelyn knew it. The directors knew it. Even Celeste, calm and composed at the head of the table, understood that Claudia’s silence was not surrender. It was the gathering of energy for the next strike.By evening, the news of the board’s decision had already spread across Seoul’s financial district. The headlines were steady, measured: Board Reaffirms Celeste Drake as Chairwoman, Confirms Hart’s Leadership. Investors responded with cautious optimism, shares ticked upward, and for the first time in weeks, Evelyn allowed herself a breath of relief.That relief lasted until Noah entered her office with a folder in his hand and tension in his voice. “She is shifting her strategy. The whispers are no
The boardroom of Drake Tower had always carried an air of reverence. Its polished wood table gleamed under the lights, its walls lined with portraits of past leaders, silent witnesses to every decision that had shaped the company. Yet on this morning, the air felt heavy, not with reverence but with anticipation. The directors filed in with expressions carefully neutral, though Evelyn could see the undercurrents of unease.Celeste entered last, moving with steady grace despite the cane in her hand. She wore a deep blue suit, simple and commanding, and her eyes swept the room with quiet authority. Evelyn walked beside her, conscious of every step, aware that the board would study them both. Alexander followed, his presence calm but unmistakable.The Chair of the session, an older director named Kang, cleared his throat. “We are gathered to address concerns rai
The flight back to Seoul felt longer than the journey to Lyon. Evelyn sat near the window of the jet, her notebook closed on her lap, her mind restless even as the clouds drifted steady beyond the glass. Gerard’s decision still echoed inside her, both a relief and a warning. The truth had been placed in stone, but Claudia was not the type to vanish after a single failure. She would return to the board with sharper claws.Alexander sat across from her, his arms folded, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Mason worked quietly on his laptop, sending updates to Noah and Hana. The cabin hummed with the steady vibration of the engines. It should have been peaceful, but Evelyn felt no peace.When the plane landed and they stepped into the crisp Seoul air, Evelyn braced herself. The city lights stretched wide, welcoming them home, yet she felt as if they had wal
The next morning broke with pale sunlight pressing through the clouds. Evelyn stood at the hotel window in Lyon, her reflection faint against the glass. She had not slept much, her thoughts replaying every word Gerard had spoken. He had refused to belong to either side, but his choice to place his account in the official archives carried weight. It would strip Claudia of her chance to twist his words into spectacle, but it would also force Evelyn to stand beside truths she could not control.Alexander joined her at the window, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his face still marked by fatigue. “Today is the day he places it on record,” he said quietly. “Whatever he writes will be permanent.”Evelyn turned toward him. “I want to trust that he will be fair. But part of me fears that even with good intent, the way he writes it will cast
The morning in Lyon was gray and wet, the rain falling in a fine mist that clung to every surface. Evelyn’s coat was damp by the time she stepped out of the car. Alexander stood at her side, his presence steady, while Mason scanned the quiet street with sharp eyes. Gerard’s small house loomed ahead, shutters closed, the garden dark with winter rain.Evelyn drew a breath and steadied her voice. “We must hold calm. If Claudia sees any sign of fear, she will seize it.”Alexander nodded once. “Then we give her none.”They walked up the gravel path together. Before Evelyn could knock, the sound of another engine carried through the mist. She turned, and her chest tightened. A sleek black car pulled to the curb, its tires crunching against the wet stones. The door opened, and Claudia Moreau st