The Monday morning sun didn't just rise; it glared. It bounced off the polished chrome and glass of Vane Industries, demanding a normalcy that I wasn't sure I could provide anymore. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse, buttoning up a fresh white blouse. My fingers trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the residual hum of the resonance break. The silver lightning beneath my skin was quiet, but I could feel it waiting, a coiled spring of power that now knew exactly what it was capable of.
"You're overthinking the buttons, Elena."
Silas appeared in the mirror behind me. He was already fully dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit that screamed power and old money. He looked every bit the billionaire CEO again, his hair slicked back, his expression a mask of cool profe
