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
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
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
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
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
Stevie’s POVI know Calvin told me to let James handle it. I know I should be focusing on my exhibit, my pregnancy, my sanity. But there’s only so much waiting around I can do before I start climbing the damn walls.So, I do what any reasonable, hormonal, heavily pregnant woman with an authority pro
Calvin’s POVAndrea is pacing my office like a trapped lioness, her sharp heels echoing off the marble floor. She’s not usually this agitated; she’s the steady one in the storm, the PR genius who’s seen me through crises I thought would bury us. But now, her calm veneer is gone, and it’s setting my
Serena’s POVThe second I hear those words — If she had gone to Milan, she might’ve realized someone was already replacing her — something inside me snaps. I don’t sit there and stew in it. I move.Mia barely has time to look up from her laptop before I push open the door to her office, shutting it
Bill’s POVI’ve been here before — sitting in my office late at night, staring at financial reports, sifting through numbers until my vision blurs. Except this time, it’s not Pinnacle AI or RGE I’m focused on. It’s Etoile de Collin. Serena’s company. The empire she built from scratch, her pride and
Stevie’s POVThe thing about investigative work is that it’s 90% bullshit, 5% dumb luck, and 5% “holy crap, I just found something huge.” Right now, I’m knee-deep in the first category, sifting through articles, emails, and old interviews, trying to connect the dots between Mark Brennan and William
Calvin’s POVThe sun beats down on the pristine greens of the private course, the scent of fresh-cut grass and expensive cigars lingering in the air. The Titan Group shareholders’ golf event is in full swing—an annual spectacle of forced camaraderie, strategic networking, and thinly veiled power pla
Serena’s POVI don’t have the patience for this.Bill is still breathing hard, his fists clenched like he’s ready to swing again. Calvin, blood on his lip, stands his ground like he’s daring him to try. The energy in the room is thick with tension, male ego, and barely restrained fury. It’s suffocat
Stevie’s POVI’ve never been in a war room before, but I imagine this is what it feels like. The energy in Calvin’s penthouse is thick, charged, like we’re all waiting for someone to detonate. Papers are spread across the table — printouts of articles, screenshots of Sterling’s financial records, pi
Serena’s POVThe second I hear those words — If she had gone to Milan, she might’ve realized someone was already replacing her — something inside me snaps. I don’t sit there and stew in it. I move.Mia barely has time to look up from her laptop before I push open the door to her office, shutting it
Calvin’s POVAndrea is pacing my office like a trapped lioness, her sharp heels echoing off the marble floor. She’s not usually this agitated; she’s the steady one in the storm, the PR genius who’s seen me through crises I thought would bury us. But now, her calm veneer is gone, and it’s setting my
Stevie’s POVI know Calvin told me to let James handle it. I know I should be focusing on my exhibit, my pregnancy, my sanity. But there’s only so much waiting around I can do before I start climbing the damn walls.So, I do what any reasonable, hormonal, heavily pregnant woman with an authority pro
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