The next morning, the grand lobby of Blackwood Enterprises was packed.
Employees stood in small groups near the glass doors, whispering frantically. News of yesterday’s emergency board meeting had leaked, but nobody could quite bring themselves to believe it.
They were expecting Adrian Blackwood to stride through those doors and issue an angry public statement. They expected him to regain control, just like he always did.
Instead, a sleek black town car pulled up to the curb.
The driver opened the rear door, and a woman stepped out into the crisp morning air.
She wore a tailored charcoal blazer over a crisp white shirt. Her dark hair fell down her back in smooth, natural waves. She didn't have a cane. She didn't need a guide.
Seraphina walked through the sliding glass doors with comp
