The morning mist clung heavily to the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Obsidian Tower penthouse. I came down the floating marble staircase in a razor-sharp charcoal pantsuit, carrying my leather briefcase like a shield. My head was still light with a lingering fever, but my executive armor was fully strapped on.
Today was the single most critical day on my calendar: the final round of acquisition negotiations with Lucian Vale, founder and CEO of Creation Systems. Damon’s mandate was non-negotiable—a 51% controlling stake.
I didn't expect to find a third person in the main salon before my seven AM departure.
Lucifer, Damon’s pure black cat, was purring softly on the velvet lounge, his golden eyes tracking a woman pacing furiously back and forth across the rug.
Natalie Cross looked radiant,
