MasukElowen's POVFriday morning arrived with the hard, bright clarity of clean glass.The ninetieth floor didn't smell like stale coffee or panic today. It smelled of cold air and freshly printed paper. By twenty to nine, all eight directors were already in their seats, their faces drawn tight, sitting back in their chairs like people waiting for an explosion they'd spent four days bracing to survive.Laurence Croft sat three places down from Chairman Koch, his hands folded so tightly over his folder that his knuckles looked like bone. He hadn't spoken to anyone since walking through the doors.Killian sat beside me in the seat he'd taken all week, two places down from the head of the table. He wore a dark charcoal suit, his coat unbuttoned, carrying the same quiet, unbothered stillness he'd had all since Monday. He didn't look at Croft. He didn't check the clock on the wall.&nbs
Elowen's POVThe car pulled into the garage at twenty past one. Marcus didn't say anything when he opened my door, but the silence between us on the ride up felt different than it had two hours earlier, careful in a new way, like he already knew something I hadn't told him yet.I spent the rest of the afternoon at my desk pretending to read shipping schedules I couldn't focus on. Kateryna's voice kept cutting through every line. *You're too afraid to ask him yourself.* The sting hadn't faded by the time Killian stepped out of his office at five with his coat over his arm, and if anything, sitting three feet from his door all afternoon had only sharpened it."We're heading home," he said.I didn't argue. The ride uptown was quiet, Killian's phone dark in his lap, the sky going a bruised purple over the park.The quiet held until we walked into the penthouse. I wen
Elowen's POVWednesday morning at Vane Global felt like standing in the middle of a clock that had stopped ticking.The ninetieth floor was unnaturally quiet. With the review team off analyzing everything they'd pulled and Croft still reeling from the day before, the whole executive floor had settled into a heavy, waiting kind of stillness.Killian spent the first three hours of the day on back-to-back calls with directors in Europe, his office door half open, his voice low and steady as he worked to keep the stock from sliding further. I sat at my desk in the room next to his, staring at a screen full of shipping numbers without actually seeing any of them.At eleven o'clock, my personal phone buzzed on the desk.Not my work line. The second phone I'd tucked into the bottom drawer two weeks earlier, the one connected to a private investigator named Garett I'd hi
Elowen's POVThe boardroom smelled of stale coffee and cold morning air when we walked in at twenty to nine.Nobody was sitting down yet. Eight directors stood in small, uneasy groups near the floor-to-ceiling glass, their voices low and fast, the kind of tight, hurried whispering that happens when people know a fight is coming and aren't sure which side they want to be caught on when it lands.Chairman Koch sat at the head of the table, her silver hair perfectly in place, her hands resting flat on an unopened folder. She looked tired, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that comes from forty years of watching men in expensive suits try to destroy each other in front of her.Beside her, Laurence Croft was already standing, unbuttoning his jacket, pulling a stack of freshly printed pages from his folder. He hadn't slept. The skin under his eyes was dull and dark, his collar slightly too
Elowen's POVThe car was quiet on the ride back uptown.Manhattan looked almost too bright in the midday light, the stone washed clean by the morning rain, every glass tower throwing back a hard, pale sky. Beside me, Killian sat with his phone dark in his lap, not checking anything, not reaching for updates, holding himself with the same careful stillness of a man who knew he was being watched even inside his own car.I kept my hand in my coat pocket, my fingers resting against the fold of the letter.Four lines. Somehow they felt heavier than the stack of thick binders the review team had carried into the boardroom that morning.Killian didn't ask to see it again. He didn't ask what I planned to do with it. I understood that for what it was, not real restraint, just him letting me believe I had a private choice while he quietly waited to see how long it would ta
Elowen's POVThe envelope was heavier than it looked, thick paper folded in on itself more than once, the kind of stock you'd use for something meant to survive being carried a long way before it was opened.I broke the seal slowly, aware of both men watching me, Marcus with careful professional distance, Killian with something else entirely, something that had stopped pretending to be patience the moment the paper touched my hands. Somewhere below us, two floors down, a team of strangers was combing through years of hidden transactions looking for exactly the kind of truth I was about to hold in my own hand first. Up here, the wind pressed faintly against the glass, the only sound besides my own pulse in my ears.Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded once, nothing else.I read it.It was four lines, in the same careful, dark ink as my name on the envelope.







