Eve arrived on a Wednesday morning.
That alone would not have mattered—people arrived at Lyric Industries every day. New hires, consultants, partners, assistants. Faces blurred together in the glass-and-steel rhythm of corporate life.
But Eve didn’t blur.
Amelia noticed her before she realized she had.
She was standing near the reception desk when Amelia stepped out of the elevator, dressed in a tailored cream blazer that looked effortless rather than deliberate. Her dark hair fell smoothly down her back, not overly styled, not careless either. Everything about her seemed… balanced. Controlled.
Too controlled.
Amelia slowed her steps without meaning to.
Eve was smiling at the receptionist, her voice low and calm, as if she already belonged there.
“I have an appointment with Mr. Eth
