*I see you, Clara.*

The words pulsed on the black screen in stark, glowing white text. Clara’s heart slammed against her ribs, the sudden spike of adrenaline turning her hands ice-cold. For three agonizing seconds, she couldn't breathe. Floor 40. Julian’s private executive suite.

She didn't hesit

Clara pressed a trembling hand to her bleeding jaw, her mind racing at a million miles an hour. She stayed slumped against the boardroom table, playing the terrified victim while her brain calculated the damage.

*What does she know?* Clara thought frantically. *Does she know about Damian? Does she

The interior of Damian Thorne’s armored Maybach was a sanctuary of dark leather and silence, a stark contrast to the storm of adrenaline brewing in Clara’s chest. She stared at her reflection in the tinted window. The woman looking back at her was a stranger. Gone were the oversized lab coats, the m