While Arthur Vance's estate descended into chaos, the rest of Zenith City woke to a perfectly ordinary morning.
Sunlight reflected brilliantly off the towering glass skyscrapers of downtown Zenith City.
Inside the top-floor executive suite of Zenith Beauty, the atmosphere hummed with hyper-efficient corporate energy. Sarah Quinn sat behind a massive polished obsidian desk, her eyes scanning three different financial monitors at once.
She wasn't wearing her faded navy suit anymore. The Frost Group's regional president had immediately provided a premium executive wardrobe allowance. Today, Sarah wore a sharp, custom-tailored white blazer that radiated sheer authority. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek, flawless bun.
She looked exactly like the corporate queen she was always meant to
