The morning sunlight sliced across the mirrored towers of Scepter Technologies, sending fractured brilliance onto the manicured gardens below. Rashel took a steadying breath before stepping out of the elevator. The lobby was a sleek, intimidating place with glass walls, polished black marble, and a massive white wolf sculpture dominating the reception hall. Even the air seemed charged with all that modern shine.
She had worked remotely from Jethro’s estate up until Kael was born, but this was her first time setting foot inside the company she had been helping rebuild with her skills. There was a pulse of excitement in her veins, an old thrill she had missed. But with it came a sharp-edged worry: walking in here felt like opening the door to a room of memories she had chosen to forget.
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