I broke into his office to find a secret. I found something worse. 'Him.' My name is Jane Arthur. I am twenty-eight years old, I write for a paper nobody reads, and three weeks ago I was exactly the kind of woman that powerful men never notice. Then my source handed me a file and disappeared. Then I followed the file to the top of Stamp Tower at midnight. Then the lights came on and Daniel Stamp was already standing in the dark — and he said my name like he had been holding it in his mouth for months. He had been. Four months. Every coffee. Every source. Every late night in the newsroom. Every phone call I thought was private. He knew all of it before I walked through his door. The file I thought I found? He let me find it. Everything I thought was my choice — was his. Thirty days in his building. His rules. His silence. His eyes that never stop watching and his voice that never needs to rise and the horrible, unforgivable way my body responds to both. I told myself I was gathering evidence. I was falling. Daniel Stamp destroyed a man eleven years ago to build his empire. I know this. I have read every document, every timestamp, every buried file. I know what he is. What I didn't know — what I couldn't have prepared for — is that the man he destroyed was not a stranger. And the man who is supposed to be coming to destroy *Daniel* is already inside this building. He has been here since before I arrived. He has been watching both of us. 'Some empires are not built on money.' 'They are built on the people who survive them.'