Victor Kane had always preferred quiet rooms.
Rooms where he could think clearly.
Rooms where no one interrupted his control.
The private office on the top floor of Kane Holdings offered exactly that. Floor-to-ceiling glass overlooked the city skyline, and at night the lights below turned the entire view into something that resembled a living map of power.
Victor stood near the window, one hand resting lightly against the glass.
His phone lay on the desk behind him.
The screen still displayed the message Evelyn had sent earlier that afternoon.
Evelyn:
Did you authorize additional surveillance around my estate?
The message had been short.
Polite.
But something about it had unsettled him.
Because Evelyn had never asked him questions like that before.
For five years she had trust
