Another day in the Finnegan mansion.
Atlas stood at the window of his quarters.
A text message illuminated his phone: "Eastern Holdings officially withdrawing. Stock in free fall. Phase three complete."
He allowed himself a moment of satisfaction before deleting the message. The financial destruction of the Finnegan empire had begun, but the personal dismantling was even more gratifying.
Across the mansion, Anola stirred on her chaise lounge, consciousness returning in waves. Her robe was disheveled, revealing expensive lingerie underneath. She sat up slowly, hand moving to her head as memories filtered back – James Reed's passionate embrace, his skilled hands, then... nothing.
"He did it again," she murmured to herself, a smile playing across her lips. The sensation of complete sat
