The heavy double oak doors swung open wide.
Every head in the boardroom turned toward the entrance. The room fell into a deathly silence so profound that the soft hum of the air conditioning sounded like a roar.
A woman stepped across the threshold.
She wore a sharp, custom-tailored white designer suit that highlighted her slender frame. Her long, dark hair fell over her shoulders in immaculate, gleaming waves. She walked with effortless grace, her spine straight, her chin lifted high with unyielding authority.
There was no cane in her hand. No hesitation in her step. No dark glasses obscuring her face.
Her dark eyes were sharp, clear, and focused—shining with a terrifying, icy intensity as her gaze locked straight onto Adrian Blackwood.
Adrian felt the floor drop out from beneath hi
