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Emily's Pov I spent the morning buried in the eastern region's quarterly reports, deliberately throwing myself into the work after everything that had happened at the Grant property the night before, needing something ordinary to hold onto.I refused to let the archive distract me. I had numbers to review, contracts to sign, a division that still needed to be run properly regardless of what I'd uncovered in that sealed room hours earlier.But the image kept returning anyway, surfacing between line items and signatures whether I wanted it to or not. The intruder's shoulder. The mark just beneath it, dark and unfamiliar against his skin, burned into my memory more clearly than I expected something glimpsed for half a second to be.The torn scrap of his shirt had told us nothing useful in the end, no label, no identifying thread, nothing a forensic team could have traced. I'd already discarded it. What mattered now wasn't the fabric. It was the memory of the man himself, the shape of hi

Emily's Pov I spread the Grant inheritance documents across the desk and began reading through them one final time, checking every figure against what my legal team had already confirmed.The message about the emergency board meeting had arrived an hour earlier, terse and formal, exactly the kind of thing designed to make someone feel cornered before they'd even walked through the door. I didn't feel cornered. I felt ready, in a way I hadn't expected to feel this soon.Adrian watched me from across the room. "Are you ready for this?""I'm not going there to ask them to accept me," I said, closing the folder in front of me and squaring the edges without needing to. "I'm going there to take my place."He nodded once, understanding exactly what I meant, the kind of understanding that didn't require further explanation between us anymore, and we left together.Grant Group headquarters rose ahead of us as we approached, all glass and old money, the kind of building designed to remind visi

Emily's Pov I turned toward Mason the very moment the words left his mouth, my heartbeat already picking up quickly before I'd fully processed why."What move exactly?"He explained quickly, the earlier lightness in his voice gone, replaced by something taut and urgent. An emergency legal challenge had just been filed against Nova Tech's twenty percent voting interest in Grant Group. Someone was questioning the legitimacy of the ownership itself, asking that the voting rights be suspended. At the same time, the matter was investigated, effectively freezing exactly the leverage that had won me the room hours earlier.I didn't freeze. I reached for the document Mason held out and started reading immediately, my eyes moving fast across the legal language, cataloguing every clause before my mind had even finished the first page.They'd lost the boardroom entirely, so they'd chosen another battlefield instead.By the time we reached the office, my legal team had already assembled, papers

Emily's Pov I came back downstairs still shaking off the last hour with the lawyers, their voices still echoing somewhere behind my ribs, all those careful, measured sentences designed to sound procedural while quietly dismantling everything I'd rebuilt since coming back to Grant Group. Adrian was exactly where I'd left him, Mason standing quietly beside him, except something in Adrian's expression had changed, some new tightness around his eyes that hadn't been there an hour earlier."What happened?" I asked.He didn't hide the document from me. "Mason found something while tracing the records used against Nova Tech.""What is it?" I asked quietly.He handed it to me instead of answering, and I understood, the moment my fingers closed around it, that whatever this was, he'd already spent some time debating how best to tell me.Four words, handwritten, unmistakable even in photocopy, the ink pressed hard enough to have nearly torn straight through the page.Ask her about Eleanor.I w

Emily's Pov I sat across from Adrian in the car, the hearing barely an hour away now, and refused to open the folder holding the documents I'd kept hidden for weeks, my hand resting flat against its cover instead."You're not going to submit them first?" Adrian asked."Not yet." I kept my voice steady and calm, watching the city pass by outside the window. "I want them to show exactly what they think they have.""Are you worried?""Yes," I admitted honestly, meeting his eyes directly. "But being worried isn't the same thing as surrendering."The emergency hearing began exactly on time, the board assembled around the same table where I'd claimed majority control not long ago. However, the atmosphere in the room felt entirely different now, colder, more calculated. The opposing legal team presented their document first, the one claiming I'd transferred control of Nova Tech before ever returning to Grant Group. They followed it with the old Grant Group authorization, the signature, the