I had wanted, from the moment I saw the folder in that safe, only ever to be safe — and safety, real safety, meant making sure the door he’d come through could never be opened again by anyone, least of all him.

Chapter 17 — Noon

The atrium was packed — journalists, shareholders, industry titans.

Marius lifted a gold pen over the leather-bound merger document.

Aldous Dalloway smiled beside him.

Sena stood in white, watching my husband with the flat patience of a woman waiting for a trap to spring.