Chapter 4

I wore the cream blazer.

The one I usually saved for board-adjacent events because it’s structured and expensive. The kind of thing that said I am not here to be dismissed without using a single word.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror in my apartment at seven forty-five in the morning and looked at myself for a long time. No sleep. Two days of carrying something heavy in my chest but my eyes were clear and my hands were steady.

Good.

I needed them steady for this.

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Wyatt Evans kept his office on the thirty-second floor of…