Maddison's POV
Sleep had not been peaceful, not even close, broken by the image of Tyler Cook's words and the fuzzy, cruel face of the secret email. The two threats, one in the past and the other one for her future, had mixed up in her head, a dirty whirling mud of doubt and lasting disbelief. But morning came, crisp and biting, and with it a kind of fear different, more sensible and serious, but when she woke up, Grant had left her in the penthouse that morning and put a note "WISHING YOU GOODLUCK AGAINST MARCUS TODAY." And also, Grant's words of last night, a quick scribble on the board meeting paper, were now her lifeline and her anchor. The personal mess was one she could not handle, but the boardroom? It was a system. It had structure. It was something she could handle with reason an
