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Chapter 42: The Final Ratification

Author: Sarah Jenkins
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 01:58:57

Elowen’s POV

The clock on the walnut-paneled wall of the 90th-floor boardroom clicked to exactly nine in the morning.

The atmosphere inside the room was thin, clinical, and heavy with the scent of bitter double-espresso and expensive paper. Outside, the gray New York drizzle had finally cleared, leaving a sharp, freezing winter sun that cut through the glass walls, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished conference table.

I sat in the high-backed leather chair to the right of the he
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