The imposing, forty-story glass tower of the Mercer Group headquarters sparkled under the harsh morning sun, but to Clara, it looked like a gilded cage full of predators. Today was her first official day stepping inside as the rightful chairperson of the board. The era of Eleanor’s corrupt reign was over, yet the heavy scent of lingering betrayal still drifted through the marble corridors.
Clara stood in the center of the massive executive elevator, watching the floor numbers flash in sharp red digits as it scaled upward. She was dressed in a tailored, charcoal-grey pantsuit that made her look sharp, regal, and dangerous. Her clear blue eyes were scanning the metallic reflection of the doors. Her sight was completely back, but inside this building, she had to maintain the illusion. The
