The Director finally turned his head, his eyes flat and cold. “Her legal name is Vivienne Sterling. And as of ninety seconds ago, Sterling Capital has called every note this building stands on.

If you speak to her again, you will be detained.”

I stepped into the glass-walled elevator without sparing Chloe a glance as the doors sealed.

As the cab rocketed toward the ninety-fifth floor, I looked down at the glittering, frozen grid of Manhattan. For years I had made myself small to protect a fragile man’s ego.

I had quietly funneled Sterling Capital contracts to Vanguard just to keep Dominic’s failing division afloat, letting him believe he was a self-made titan.

I had starved my own fire to keep him warm.