The morning sun over London didn't manage to break through the heavy grey clouds, leaving the city draped in a dull, silver mist. Inside the sprawling penthouse suite at the Shard, the atmosphere was a sharp contrast to the dreary weather outside.Chloe stood by the vanity mirror, adjusting the cuffs of her silk ivory blouse.
The emerald engagement ring on her left finger caught the light, a sparkling reminder of the promises made the night before. Beside her, Julian was buckling a luxury wristwatch, his obsidian eyes watching her reflection with an intense, possessive warmth."We have the final maritime vote at eleven," Chloe said, looking at her tablet. "If the Atlantic corridor passes, Lord Alistair’s remaining European allies will be completely marginalized."
They are already marginali
