Daphne’s pov
The building hasn’t changed.
The Black Financial Empire still stands like a fortress, polished marble and glass gleaming
In the morning light, a monument to everything I lost and everything I intend to reclaim.
Three years had passed, yet nothing had changed
The golden insignia still gleamed, the marble still reflected an empire built on secrets and blood.
My heels click against the lobby floor, the sound far too loud in my ears as I push through the
Revolving doors. For a moment, my chest tightens. Years ago, I used to walk these halls
As a board member’s wife, the woman at Zayne Black’s side, silent but admired, the one who smiled but never spoke.
Now I walked in alone.
I pause long enough to sweep the lobby with my eyes.
The air smells faintly of cologne, coffee,
