The car ride home was a blur of shadows and silence. Evelyn sat rigidly in the back seat of the luxury black town car, her fingers pressed tightly against her knees to still their trembling. The cool hum of the AC, the faint buzz of traffic outside, and the occasional click of the driver’s blinker were the only sounds. She stared out the tinted window, her reflection ghost like in the glass. She had slapped Alexander Kane, In front of the press, the board, half of Manhattan’s elite. And he had let her. That was the part that unsettled her the most. He hadn’t dragged her away, he hadn’t retaliated. He had watched her walk off like a man who’d just seen a prophecy fulfilled. He was calm, icy, curious. Like he’d expected it or wanted it. Her chest tightened. What game was he playing? She asked herself. And most importantly, why did it feel like she was finally starting to play it back? The mansion’s towering gates opened with a slow mechanical groan, revealing the sprawling estate be
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