Five years later, at an elite private banquet in Northern Unionia.
"Sofia, the Voss Consortium's merger operation in Northern Unionia this year is practically a masterclass in capital warfare." The seasoned old fox from Finance Street lifted his champagne, his eyes behind the lenses carrying a knowing, layered smile.
I raised my glass slightly. "Just riding the wave."
Crystal chimed softly. A sharp, delicate sound that was quickly absorbed by the low hum of the ballroom. I wore a deep violet couture gown, my arm linked through Silas's, moving through a river of glittering elites.
Five years ago, I had crawled out of a fire just to stay alive. Five years later, a single signed acquisition agreement was enough to quietly suffocate an entire corporate empire.
"Your ex-husband's staring a
