Chapter 4

The next morning, I stood before the dressing mirror, looking at the woman who had traded her long hair for a sharp, shoulder-length bob.

Twelve years of aprons and kitchen grease had blurred my silhouette, but as the loose, worn clothes were replaced by a sharply tailored dark gray suit, I saw the ghost of Katherine Miller—the woman who once ruled Wall Street.

My phone vibrated violently on the table, David’s name flashing across the screen.

His calls had been non-stop for the last half hour. Leonardo’s eviction notice had clearly hit the Johnson Tech board's public inbox.

I picked…