The meeting was arranged without assistants, security briefings, or records.
That alone made it dangerous.
Evelyn chose the location carefully. A neutral space neither connected to Blackwood Industries nor Kane Holdings. A private art gallery closed for renovation on the edge of the financial district. Empty walls. Covered sculptures. Silence thick enough to hold secrets.
She arrived first.
Rain traced slow lines down the tall glass windows, turning the city beyond into a blur. The quiet reminded her of the hospital corridor after Silas’s surgery. Stillness before truth rearranged everything.
In her hand rested a slim leather folder.
Inside it: the forensic report.
Proof that the fire document had been forged.
She did not sit.
When Damian entered ten minutes later, he paused just
