The towering glass facade of Sterling Architecture stood as a direct rival to Vance Development. While Julian’s company focused on flashy, aggressive skyscrapers, Sterling was known for meticulous, structural perfection. They were the second largest firm in the city, and Clara fully intended to make

The boardroom of Vance Development was a war zone.

Julian stood at the head of the long glass table, sweating profusely as a dozen enraged board members shouted at him simultaneously. The large monitors on the wall displayed a horrifying, plunging red line—the company’s stock price, which had been

The drive to the pediatric cardiology wing was a blur of neon streetlights and the rhythmic, frantic squeak of windshield wipers. Julian Vance’s hands gripped the leather steering wheel of his Porsche so tightly his knuckles were white, but he couldn't feel his fingers. He couldn’t feel anything exc