Selena Vance didn't realize that my meeting with her in the middle of Vance Corp's crisis would lead to a cold, yet effective trap for Marcus Thorne.
After the incident at the Vance mansion several days ago, the tension between us felt different. Professional respect was now mixed with a deeper strain—the strain of a man who knew too many of her secrets, and a woman who realized this man was more than just an ordinary investor.
I sat in Selena's private meeting room on the top floor of Vance Tower. The room was modern, dominated by glass that displayed a city view which now seemed more fragile in my eyes.
"Are you sure this bait will work, Henry?" Selena asked, leaning forward slightly, her finger lightly tapping the large screen in front of her. The screen displayed a simulation of the
