She stood alone in the glass-walled office long after midnight, the city stretched beneath her like a constellation of fragile promises. Alyssa rested her palms against the cool surface of the table, shoulders rigid, jaw tight. The room still smelled faintly of tension—of raised voices, shattered alliances, and decisions that could never be undone.Her reflection stared back at her from the dark window: eyes sharp, lips pressed thin, a woman carved by war.Behind her, the door opened softly.“You should rest,” Ethan said. His voice was low, careful, as if one wrong note might splinter her completely.Alyssa didn’t turn around.“Rest is for people who still believe tomorrow will be kinder,” she replied.Ethan stepped closer, stopping a few feet behind her. He had followed her through fire, broken laws, ruined men for her. Yet at this moment, he felt farther away than ever.“What happened tonight… the board—” he began.“I know exactly what happened,” Alyssa cut in. Her fingers curled in
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