Chapter 4

The dim glow of the computer screen illuminated my face as I typed, the words flowing effortlessly despite the late hour. My fingers moved with a newfound sense of purpose, each stroke a declaration of war. I attached the files—proof of Marcus’s affair, his plans to abandon the company—and hit send. The documents would land in the inboxes of our top investors, including Arthur Vance, within minutes.

I leaned back in the chair, the softness of the leather enveloping me. The silence of the penthouse was a stark contrast to the storm brewing beyond these walls. My phone buzzed, the…