Hailey's POV
By morning, I was someone else entirely.
The woman who woke up in Kingsley's penthouse smiled easily over breakfast, accepted his coffee without comment, and made a dry remark about hospital food being worse than prison rations. I let him tease me about my sleep-deprived eyes. I let his hand brush my lower back when we passed each other in the kitchen.
I let him believe what happened on the rooftop had changed nothing.
By noon, I was at Norway Tech Headquarters, glass and steel rising into the Singapore sky like a monument to legacy and control. The building recognized me immediately—facial scan, biometric confirmation, silent doors sliding open as if I had never left.
That part almost hurt.
The executive floor smelled like ozone and money, screens lined th
