"Call the vote, Harrison," Nora said quietly.

The sprawling mahogany table of the Croft Syndicate boardroom fell into a suffocating silence. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Manhattan skyline glittered with indifferent wealth, but inside, the air was thick with impending execution.

Harr

Julian crossed the VIP lounge with the predatory grace of a wolf cornering its prey. The few other wealthy travelers in the room instinctively shrank back, sensing the sheer, violent gravity radiating from the billionaire.

Nora stood frozen by her leather chair, her mind calculating a dozen differ

The private elevator hummed as it shot upward, a sleek bullet of glass and steel ascending toward the eighty-fifth floor of the Croft Syndicate headquarters. The digital floor indicator ticked higher with agonizing slowness, but inside the cab, the air was crackling with lethal energy.

Nora Vance