(Angela’s POV)
The glass doors of Kings Tower slid open with a hushed sweep as I walked majestically inside, my heels hitting the polished marble floor in a steady, purposeful manner. Heads turned almost in one accord. Whispers stirred like wind skimming the edges of a cathedral—soft, reverent, and laced with tension.
The cameras outside had quieted, but curiosity still clung to the air—subtle, observant, like a presence that hadn’t quite given way. It could be felt in every lingering glance, every quick side-eye, every conversation that stopped just a second too late.
Kate was already waiting near the elevator bay, a MacBook tablet in one hand, her posture straight as a ruler, her brown heels polished to a glittering finish.
“Ma’am,” she said, falling in step beside me as we entered t
