Chapter 4

The flight from Monaco to New York took eight hours. Vivian spent exactly none of them sleeping.

While Harrison was undoubtedly having a meltdown over the Mediterranean, Vivian was seated in first class, a glass of sparkling water untouched on her tray table, her laptop glowing brightly

Chapter 5

The offices of Grant & Associates did not look like a traditional law firm. There were no mahogany bookcases stuffed with dusty legal volumes, no oil paintings of stern-faced founders, and no plush leather armchairs designed to put nervous clients at ease. Instead, the top floor of the Ma

Chapter 6

The following morning, the war room at Grant & Associates smelled of dark roast coffee and ozone.

Vivian sat at the head of the conference table, her posture perfectly aligned, sipping from a porcelain cup. She wore a tailored, slate-gray blazer that acted as armor, her face betraying a