Serena’s POV
The penthouse is a haven of resolute planning, the late afternoon light softening through the windows, casting a gentle glow across the hardwood floor strewn with family archives, Daniel Voss’s tech empire records, and the twins’ latest letters. The air carries a faint hint of jasmine from my perfume, a lingering echo of the closeness with Adrian during our recent victories, though today’s focus shifts to the personal stakes of this new threat. I stand by the dining table, my burgundy blazer exchanged for a poised ivory dress, my hair tied back, my fingers tracing the edge of a faded photo—my grandfather with Daniel Voss, a partnership turned sour decades ago. The foundation for Emily’s memory, now a thriving legacy with the twins’ involvement, is my anchor, but Daniel’s grud
