Blair’s phone rang, cutting through the silence of her office. Unknown number, but she knew exactly who was behind it. She answered calmly, sitting in her minimalist yet elegant workspace—her own office on the top floor of Spencer Group.
“Blair,” the voice was sharp and cold. “Or should I call you… Annabelle Spencer now?”
Blair didn’t respond immediately. She gazed out the window, watching the sun slowly set behind the skyscrapers that dotted the city horizon. The golden light cast long shadows across her desk, illuminating the neat stacks of documents that had become her armor in this new battle.
“Is there something I can help you with, Finn?” she finally asked, her tone calm with a hint of mockery threading through each word.
“I’m calling to let you know that my lawyer is preparing a
