Amelia's POV
I didn't go home after work.
Instead, I go to the only place that makes sense—the small office Nathan arranged for me three floors below the executive suite. My temporary workspace. My temporary purpose.
Lydia's words echo in the marble-and-glass silence: Remember your place.
Fine. I'll remember my place.
And then I'll use it to destroy her.
I pull up every database I can access. LexisNexis. SEC filings. Corporate registries. If Marcus Hale has a pattern, I'm going to find it.
Two hours in, my eyes burning from screen glare, I find the first one.
Meridian Tech. Five years ago. Hostile takeover disguised as a partnership. Marcus acquired 30% through shell companies, then orchestrated a board coup. The CEO—a man named James Rothwell—lost everything. The company was liqui
