The glass facade of the Sterling Global headquarters towered over Manhattan like a monolith of dark steel and mirrors, cutting a sharp silhouette against the New York skyline. For three years, I had walked past buildings like this as a shadow—the quiet, accommodating girlfriend waiting in the lobby while Tyler Vance ran his corporate boardrooms.
Today, the double glass doors parted before me like the Red Sea.
I walked through the pristine marble lobby, the sharp, rhythmic snap of my stilettos echoing off the high ceilings. I wore a tailored, midnight-black power suit, a stark contrast to the soft, muted pastel dresses Tyler had always insisted I wear to blend into the background. Behind me, two stone-faced security guards from Julian’s elite detail kept a strict, respectful distance.
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