Serena’s POVThe courtroom feels like it’s holding its breath. Kevin sits across the room, calm and collected, as if he isn’t facing the weight of his crimes being read aloud. Arson. Money laundering. Drug trafficking. Arms dealing. Conspiracy. Each charge is like a hammer falling, but Kevin doesn’t
Serena’s POVEvan Carter steps up to the stand, his posture rigid but his face set with a kind of quiet determination. He’s nervous — I can see it in the way his hands grip the edges of the chair, his knuckles white — but he doesn’t hesitate when the prosecutor starts her questioning.“Mr. Carter,”
Bill’s POVThe second day of the trial feels heavier than the first. I sit at the stand, every eye in the courtroom on me. Kevin sits across the room, leaning back in his chair, his face as blank as ever. But I’ve known him long enough to spot the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap rh
Bill’s POVThe room is silent as the jury files in, their expressions solemn. I sit straight, keeping my focus on them, my heart pounding despite the steady mask I’ve worn all day. Beside me, Serena sits just as tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I glance at her briefly, giving her a small
Serena’s POVMariah Johnson sits across from me, her eyes wide with admiration as she flips through her notes. The studio for Luxe Perspectives is bright and modern, the kind of place where creativity feels like it’s floating in the air. The interview has gone on for over an hour, but Mariah’s energ
Serena’s POVThe morning is cool, and the light spilling through the trees casts a golden hue on everything. We’re sitting at this small café by the canal, the kind of place that’s almost too picturesque to believe — flower pots on the tables, cobblestones underfoot, and the faint sound of water lap
Serena’s POVBy the time we return to the hotel, Collin is completely worn out. I tuck him into his crib, brushing his hair back as he mumbles sleepily. His tiny chest rises and falls, his face relaxed in a way that only toddlers can manage.When I step out of the room, Bill is waiting for me, a mis
Bill’s POVThe elevator ride to our suite feels longer than usual, but I’m not complaining. Serena leans into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along the back of my hand. Her engagement ring catches the soft glow of the elevator lights, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how I got lucky en
Bill’s POVThe second I step into my office at RGE, Sarah is already waiting by my desk, her face carefully composed but with a hint of urgency in her eyes.“You’ve got back-to-back meetings starting in twenty minutes,” she says, handing me a neatly organized folder. “Leo from Pinnacle AI called twi
Serena’s POVI throw myself into work the second we’re back in LA. Jet lag hasn’t even settled before I’m sitting at the long glass table in the Etoile de Collin conference room, going over reports, approving new designs, and pretending like I’m not still shaken from the break-in at our house.I don
Calvin’s POVJames doesn’t waste time. He sits across from me in my office, his expression grim as he lays out the details.He slides a folder across the desk. “Sterling’s been positioning himself for months, maybe even years. Slowly influencing key board members, manipulating internal narratives, p
Steven’s POVI haven’t been able to shake the feeling since the exhibit. The hooded figure. The way they lingered just outside. The way my gut twisted even before I really processed what I was seeing. It was the kind of instinct that screamed danger — the kind I’d learned to trust.And yet, when I g
Bill’s POVThe footage keeps playing in a loop on my phone, but I already know I won’t find anything new. The intruder was calculated, deliberate, too aware of where the cameras were placed to be some random thief looking for valuables. This wasn’t about breaking in. This was about sending a message
Serena’s POVSwitzerland is the kind of place that looks unreal, like someone cranked up the contrast and saturation on reality. The air is crisp, the mountains stretch endlessly into the sky, and there’s this eerie kind of stillness that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into a postcard.Collin, o
Calvin’s POVJames leans back in his chair, expression unreadable as he flips through the latest report. The tension in my office is thick, like the air before a storm. I already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth, but I need to hear it.“It’s Lyons,” James confirms, setting the d
Stevie’s POVThe night is everything I wanted it to be. Maybe even more.The gallery is buzzing with life—people sipping overpriced wine, murmuring to each other about my work like they’re art critics, nodding at my photos like they understand my soul. It’s surreal, standing here, knowing all of thi
Calvin’s POVAndrea Michaels sits across from me in the dimly lit private lounge at the Lancaster Hotel, swirling her espresso like she has all the time in the world. She’s been with Titan Group for years — sharp, strategic, and one of the few board members I actually trust.Which is exactly why thi