Chapter 26
The penthouse didn’t settle.
It shifted into something quieter. Focused.
Victoria had claimed one end of the room, phone pressed to her ear, voice low but edged with steel.
“No, I’m not asking you to decide now… I’m asking you to remember who built the company.”
A pause on the line, heavy with unspoken calculations.
Then, “Yes. Tomorrow.”
She hung up without another word and immediately dialed again, fingers flying across the screen.
Andrew stood near the table, the document still splayed before him, though he wasn’t reading it anymore. He already knew every line by heart, every calculated threat etched into his mind.
Nancy watched him from the kitchen counter, arms loosely folded, weight shifted to one leg in that casual, observant stance of hers.
“You’re not going to
