The heavy oak doors of the penthouse clicked shut, sealing out the pathetic remnants of Julian Croft’s existence. The quiet hum of the climate control and the steady drumming of the rain against the glass reclaimed the room.

Clara walked back to the living area, picking up her glass of Merlot. She

The engine of the armored Maybach roared like a caged beast as Arthur tore through the rain-slicked streets of the financial district. The city lights blurred into streaks of neon against the tinted windows, but Clara’s focus remained entirely on the GPS glowing on the dashboard.

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The Grand Atrium was a blinding sea of camera flashes and glaring studio lights. The cavernous hall, usually reserved for global summits and charity galas, was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with journalists, bloggers, and corporate vultures.

At the center of the chaos stood Serena Vance.

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