I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling
For Vane, the collapse of the ‘Vault’ isn’t a business failure—it’s the final act of a decade-long vendetta by a woman who has perfected the art of the corporate casting couch.
Every breath felt like steam burning her lungs. Her fingers dug into her palm. She didn't think Vane could be any more evil. He proved her wrong.
Everyone and everything around her smeared into a blur of motion, as weightless as smoke. She anchored her feet to the floor, her hands held firmly by her sides. Then, the sea of people parted. A path opened like a rolling carpet, carving a track through the madness straight toward the elevator. Toward Ethan.
One step turned to two, two became four, and she was in the elevat
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