"Stay and fight. But understand that if you choose that path, you're not just fighting for a job. You're fighting for your life."
I sat there in silence, the weight of her words settling over me like a shroud. Outside the window, the city sparkled in the evening light, oblivious to the predators moving through its streets.
"I need to think," I said finally.
"Don't think too long," Victoria warned. "Harold Knight is not a patient man. And if he decides you're a threat to his son's future…"
She didn't need to finish the sentence.
I stood on shaky legs, gathering my things. The Blackstone Industries file felt heavy in my hands, weighted with more than just paper.
"Miss Turner?" Victoria's voice stopped me at the door.
"Yes?"
"For what it's worth, I hope you choose to
