Nathaniel Voss arrived at headquarters on a Wednesday morning, and the whole floor seemed to shift slightly at the sight of him, conversations quieting, eyes following his path toward the executive elevator. Ivy had heard his name mentioned only in passing before, Desmond's nephew, a senior executive from the company's European division, rarely seen at the main office except for the largest board meetings.
"That's not a good sign," Marcus said, watching Nathaniel disappear into the elevator with a grim expression. "He doesn't fly in for nothing. Something's happening at the top."
Ivy's stomach tightened with unease. "What kind of something?"
"Nathaniel's been angling for a bigger role in the company for years. Everyone knows it, even if nobody says it directly." Marcus lowered his voice
