The city looked different from the top floor of Ashford Tower.
Not because the skyline had changed.
Because Amelia had.
She stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows with a cup of untouched coffee, watching the morning sun paint the glass towers gold. Yesterday she had humiliated the Ashford board and secured control of the company.
Today...
The real war would begin.
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
Anthony entered without waiting for permission.
"You've got visitors."
"I didn't schedule any."
"They didn't schedule themselves either."
She turned.
"Who?"
He hesitated.
"Your mother."
Amelia froze.
For five long years, Evelyn Hart hadn't visited.
Not after choosing silence.
Not after allowing Amelia to be sacrificed for the family's reputation.
Now she was here.
"Send her
