The city learned to say her name differently after the war ended.Not whispered. Not shouted.Measured.Alyssa stood at the highest window of the tower that now bore her signature—not carved in stone, not announced on plaques, but felt in the silence that followed every decision made inside it. The industry had not healed. It had rearranged itself around her.Markets stabilized. Rivals retreated. New predators circled at a safer distance.No one came close enough to bite.Behind her, the office was quiet. Not the tense quiet of plotting, but the rare kind earned only after devastation—when all lies had been burned and only truth remained, scorched but intact.Ethan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her reflection instead of her back.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said.Alyssa didn’t turn.“That’s how you know I’m still alive.”A faint smile tugged at his mouth. He walked closer but stopped just short of touching her, as if instinct still warned him: she is fire,
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