One year later.
I placed the final quarterly report on the conference table. The executives reviewed it, nodded, and signed off.
Walking out of the meeting room, I let out a long breath.
A year ago, David was sent to federal prison for commercial fraud and embezzlement, courtesy of the Group's legal team. The once-indomitable Elena was cut off by the Howard family the same day, desperate to save themselves. She divorced David in record time, buried under debt, vanished from New York's elite circles.
And now? I was a core analyst on the Special Audit Team. I'd earned my place in this building. No one could take my work from me anymore.
It was Friday. Also the one-year anniversary of the day Victor and I first started talking.
After work, the driver took me straight to Victor's penthou
