Grace had weathered the storm. Her public confession about Project Ember sent shockwaves through the media, rattling the elite who once stood beside the Ashford name. The world had changed its gaze toward her, less of a socialite, more of a reformer. But beneath the praise and protests, Grace knew this was only the beginning.
The real war was yet to come.
It started with a knock on her penthouse door just after midnight.
Nathaniel was asleep on the couch, exhausted after long meetings with lawyers and victim advocacy groups. Grace opened the door quietly, expecting a late-night assistant or courier.
Instead, she went face-to-face with a man she never thought she’d see again.
Julian Creed.
A former board member of Ashford Global. A man her father had once called “the vulture in a suit
