Eugene's POV
The drive back from the office had been a blur of adrenaline and pure irritation. The housekeeper’s phone call had been short, vague, and entirely too panicked. “Mr. Vance, you need to come home. There’s a woman here... she says she lives here. She won’t leave.”
I had slammed my car keys onto my desk, abandoned the logistics crisis to my vice president, and torn down the highway. My mind had been split in two the entire drive—half of it furious about whatever security breach was happening at my house, the other half burning with anxiety because Flora hadn’t texted me back since she left the clinic.
When I pulled into the driveway, I didn't see a cab or a strange car. I threw the front door open, ready to tear into whoever had disrupted my day, and marched straight toward t
