The penthouse was completely silent, except for the soft crackle of the fireplace and the gentle clinking of ice against the glass.
Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights of the skyline sparkled under the night sky. But inside, the heavy weight of the last few weeks had finally lifted. Dominic Vance was sitting in a federal holding cell without bail. Mr. Sterling’s assets were frozen. The Vance board of directors had officially sworn their complete loyalty to Alexander.
The war was over.
Clara stood by the glass, looking out over the city. She had changed out of her sharp white dress and was now wearing a soft, comfortable silk robe. She let out a long, deep breath, feeling her tense muscles finally begin to relax.
A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped around her w
