LOGINVICTORIAI got home and went straight to my office. I didn't turn on all the lights, just the desk lamp. I sat down and put the folder on the desk in front of me and left it there, closed.I didn't open it again. I didn't need to. I had already read it enough times in my head on the way home. Clark Sterling was the name of the registered agent. His signature and his handwriting were there too.I sat there for a long time and just let my mind go back through everything.Every meeting we had ever been in together. Every time something important happened in a room and Clark happened to be there when it did. Every time a deal came through that I hadn't expected, or a threat backed off a little faster than it should have. Every time I had looked at him and thought, this person is on my side.I thought about the last night we spent together. Not with regret, exactly. Regret wasn't the right word. It was more like I had opened a door I didn't usually open, and now that door was wide and the
VICTORIAI chose the restaurant three days before the meeting and I chose it carefully.It was a private dining room at the back of the building, with no cameras in the hallway leading to it, and a corner entrance with a clear line of sight to the main door. I sent someone in two hours ahead of time to sweep the room. It came back clean. I arrived first, ordered water, and sat with my back to the wall.Senator Vance walked in exactly on time.He came alone, which told me either he was confident or he was frightened, and one look at his eyes told me which. He was silver-haired, in an expensive suit, with the kind of face that had been held in a composed expression in front of cameras for so long that it had become a permanent feature. But his eyes moved around the room once, then again, and when they settled on me they had the look of a man who had just finished doing some math in his head and didn't like the answer.He was scared. He was just very well-trained at passing it off as st
VICTORIAI closed the file and set my phone face down on the desk. Clark was still working on the other side of the table. He hadn't looked up.I picked up my coffee, took a sip even though it had gone cold, and kept my face exactly as it was.The first reaction was almost never the right one. I had learned that the hard way more than once. When Trent first hit me, my first reaction was to go quiet and make myself smaller and pretend it hadn't happened. It happened again anyway. When I found out about Diana, my first reaction was immediate grief, which had been raw but completely useless at the moment. Neither of those reactions had helped me. What helped me was waiting, letting the first wave of emotions pass, and then deciding, with a clear head and actual information in front of me, on what I wanted to do.So I sat there, said nothing, and kept working.At 8 AM, I got up, showered, and put on the grey blazer I had set out the night before. I went to the kitchen and started making
VICTORIA Clark was still on the phone when I got up and walked to the window. I stood with my arms crossed and looked out. At 3 AM, New York wasn’t quiet; it just changed pace. The streets below looked ordinary. Everything outside the glass looked exactly the same as it always did. I kept my eyes on it while I waited. He wrapped up the call and came to stand near me. "Someone cloned my access codes," he said. "The trace puts the origin at a server I've never connected from, not even once. This wasn't random. Someone targeted my login credentials specifically and they had the technical ability to do it cleanly." "Yes," I said. "They did." We looked at each other for a moment. Cloning authentication credentials was not a casual thing. It took specific technical knowledge, preparation, and access to tech gadgets that most people simply didn’t have. It wasn’t Trent. Trent was dangerous in a personal and direct way. He was controlling, cruel, and very good at hurting people who were
VICTORIA It started with an iPad. Clark had pulled up the updated financial trail Elio sent over and was walking me through it. He was standing close, close enough that when I turned my head to look at the screen, we were about six inches apart. Neither of us moved. He looked at me. I looked at him. The room was quiet. The city outside was doing its usual late-night thing—low traffic, the occasional far-off siren—but in this room, right now, everything was very still. I said his name, not as a question, but an invitation. He set the iPad down. We had been carefully not doing this for weeks. Both of us knew it. We worked together constantly and somewhere along the way, working together had started to feel like something else. He knew how I liked my coffee. I knew when he was about to push back on something before he even opened his mouth. We had kissed a few times and had sex maybe twice or so, and we had always walked away and acted like it hadn't happened. Neither of us had ev
VICTORIABauer's flight was a problem.But it was also information.Someone had warned him in a very short period of time. Forty minutes from the moment I had laid out my plan in that conference room to the moment Elio flagged his booking. That was not a lot of time, which meant whoever had done it hadn't waited or even thought about it. They just acted immediately.I kept thinking about that while the afternoon session played out.Without Bauer available for the stand, Helena Cross pivoted. She argued that the sealed deposition alone carried enough weight to proceed and pushed for the judge to accept it without live testimony. Serena fought it. The judge didn't make a ruling that afternoon, which was not a full win but was not a full loss either. Still, we had lost ground. The momentum from the morning—the judge working through the forged document, Isabella’s disclosure, Daniel Rhodes' testimony—all of it had been disrupted by this one move.I kept my face steady through all of it.
VICTORIA I didn’t react when she said it.Not because I didn’t hear her, but because reacting would have given her some kind of leverage.“I’m pregnant.”The words hung between us, but my face stayed calm. I took my time to study her for a while. I did it slowly and carefully, without any emotion.
VICTORIAThe room was full before I even walked in.That was how I knew this panel was important.Cameras lined the walls. Phones were already raised. Investors, editors, and designers filled every seat, dressed like they wanted to be noticed but not remembered. The air buzzed with quiet excitement
VICTORIAI met her in a quiet place on purpose.There were no cameras or an audience, so there would be no chance for her to perform.It was a rented apartment on the Upper East Side, one of those clean spaces that looked like no one had ever really lived there. It had a white couch, a glass table,
VICTORIAI didn’t need to touch him.That was the funny part. The part most people never understood. They thought seduction meant skin, breath, heat, and fingers brushing by accident. It didn’t. Not for people like me. Seduction was patience. Attention. Knowing exactly when to speak and when to sta







