LUCAS’S POV
The heavy oak door of the master suite didn't just close, it sealed.
I stood in the center of the living room, the silence of the penthouse rushing back in to fill the void left by Ava’s exit. On the mahogany dining table, the tablet containing the falsified payment trail sat dark, a reminder of how close the blade had come to my neck.
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over a rain-slicked Manhattan. My reflection stared back at me, the reflection of a man in a custom-tailored navy suit who looked exactly like the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, but inside, the machinery was grinding.
Ava’s words still echoed against the glass. “You're so obsessed with Adrian, so insecure about my position in this company, that you almost let Margaret win!”
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