The leather seats of the sleek black town car were cool against Clara Vance’s back, a stark contrast to the absolute inferno raging inside her right ear.

Parked three blocks away from the towering glass monolith of Aura’s headquarters, Clara sat in perfect stillness, listening to the live audio fe

The heavy glass doors swung open with a muted *whoosh*, sucking the air out of the room.

Every head at the massive mahogany table snapped toward the entrance. Evelyn’s jaw dropped. Richard froze with his reading glasses halfway to his face. Marcus Thorne sat casually at the far end of the table, s

Six months later.

The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, casting a warm, golden glow over the sleek, minimalist interior of Aegis Tech.

Clara Vance stood at her massive standing desk, her eyes scanning lines of elegant, perfectly structured code acro