The heavy double doors of the thirty-fourth floor boardroom remained closed, locking out the relentless hum of the executive suite.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the morning sun had finally broken through the storm clouds, washing the glass tower in brilliant gold. The room, which had just hosted the utter destruction of Victoria Sullivan’s corporate reign, was now still. The air was no longer heavy with hostility, but light, charged with the electric promise of a new era.
I stood beside the long marble table, my tablet still glowing with the final approved metrics of the global expansion strategy.
Mason didn't speak right away. He stepped up beside me, his large, warm hand slipping around my waist, pulling me firmly against his side. I let myself lean into him, resting my he
