(Julian's POV)
Three months later.
The prison cell stayed damp even when the heat was on. I marked the days by meals and head counts.
Once a week, the guards left a copy of the *Financial Times* in the common area. I usually let someone else take it. That morning, Evelyn was on the cover.
Evelyn.
She stood with Arthur Vance on the observation deck of the new Sterling-Vance Global Tech tower. New York filled the windows behind them.
Arthur was speaking, one hand resting on a presentation folder between them. Evelyn had tipped her head back in the middle of a laugh the photographer had caught without posing them.
The headline read: “The Sterling Era: How Evelyn Sterling Remade Wall Street In Her Own Image.”
My tears spotted the photograph. I wiped the page with my sleeve and smeared
