A few days later, the air in the newly acquired Dione Infra headquarters hummed with a different kind of energy. No longer the sterile, tense atmosphere of impending doom, but the low, excited chatter of the loyal few Henry had gathered. The grand executive lounge, once Clara's private domain, now hosted an intimate gathering, bathed in the warm glow of subtle lighting. It was a victory party of sorts, a quiet acknowledgement of the painstaking dismantling of Clara's empire and the careful reconstruction of its finest elements.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of amber liquid in my hand, gazing at the city that now seemed to stretch out beneath my command. Selena Vance was beside me, her presence a quiet anchor in the subtle current of relief and triumph that flowed throug
