The LaFerrari purred softly as it pulled up to Jack’s penthouse garage. The ride from Crestmont had been quiet—peaceful even. But Sarah had seen the storm still in his eyes, the kind of silence that wasn’t empty but calculating.
“You okay?” she asked gently as the car shut off.
Jack stepped out, straightening his cufflinks. “Yeah. Just thinking.”
“About Emily?”
Jack looked at her. “About people like her. About what power does to someone who’s afraid of losing it.”
The next evening, Harmonfield’s skyline shimmered in gold as floodlights danced over City Hall’s courtyard. It was time for the Annual Charity Auction—an event dripping with wealth, influence, and egos wrapped in thousand-dollar suits.
Jack arrived alone, dressed in a crisp black mandarin-collared suit with no tie, understa
