LOGINClaudia 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
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
The day after Evelyn’s press conference unfolded with an uneasy calm. Drake Tower hummed with activity, but beneath the routine there was tension, sharp and watchful. The storm had not passed. It had only shifted direction. Evelyn sensed it the moment she stepped into the war room and saw Noah standing at the screens with his arms folded and his jaw tight.“She has responded,” Noah said without preamble.Evelyn did not ask who. She moved closer to the display. Articles from Zurich and Paris filled the screen, their tone subtle but deliberate. Claudia Moreau had not attacked Evelyn’s past directly. Instead, she questioned the timing of Evelyn’s transparency. The implication was careful and dangerous. Why now. Why under pressure. Why only after scrutiny intensified.“She is framing honesty as strategy,” Hana said quietly. “She cannot discredit your story, so she is casting doubt on your intent.”Alexander exhaled slowly. “That is smarter than outright accusation. It plants suspicion wit
The morning air in Seoul felt sharper than usual, as if the city itself sensed what was coming. Evelyn arrived at Drake Tower before sunrise, her steps measured, her posture calm. She carried no notes in her hands. Everything she intended to say was already settled in her mind. Claudia Moreau had spent months twisting shadows, but today Evelyn would place the truth where it belonged, in full light.The press conference was scheduled for midmorning, announced only hours earlier. That timing was deliberate. It gave Claudia no space to prepare a counter narrative in advance. The board had been notified, investors briefed, and the communications team stood ready. Still, Evelyn knew words once released could not be pulled back.In the war room, Hana made final checks on the broadcast feed. Noah stood nearby, scanning last minute updates from international outlets. Alexander remained at Evelyn’s side, silent but steady. Celeste had chosen not to attend, a calculated decision to keep the foc
Evelyn arrived at the tower the next morning to find the air sharp with unease. Hana was already waiting near the elevators, her tablet clutched close. The young woman’s usual calm had been replaced by a tight expression.“What is it?” Evelyn asked as soon as the doors closed behind them.Hana handed her the tablet. “Claudia has shifted her attack again. This time she is going after you, not through your work, but through your personal life. She has been digging into your early career and private history. She is searching for gaps she can fill with suspicion.”Evelyn scrolled through the reports. Claudia had sent discreet inquiries to Bennett & Sloan, the law firm where Evelyn had once worked. There were hints of sealed documents, rumors of an old settlement, and questions about why Evelyn







