Marcus Caldwell had always known how to pick the perfect moment.
As rain tapped against his office windows, he leaned back in his leather chair, watching the livestream from Hawke Industries that had hijacked every media cycle over the last twenty-four hours. Sebastian had outmaneuvered them again. But Marcus wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Across from him, Seraphina paced, her heels clicking against marble floors like the ticking of a countdown.
“This was supposed to destroy him,” she hissed. “Instead, he turned it into a damn tribute.”
Marcus calmly swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “And now he’s the noble son of a visionary scientist, immortalizing his mother with a foundation. It’s brilliant PR. But it won’t last.”
She turned sharply. “You have something else.”
A smirk tugg
