Dante’s POV
The 30th floor was usually quiet, humming with the low, steady thrum of productivity. But the moment the elevator doors slid open, I knew something was wrong.
The silence was too sharp and the air tasted of panic.
Heads were bowed low in cubicles, but eyes were darting toward the corner office—Kate’s office. A crowd had gathered outside the glass walls, a mix of curious junior staff and security guards who looked unsure of who they were supposed to be protecting.
I didn't break my stride. I walked down the corridor, the crowd parting for me like the Red Sea. I didn't ask questions, I didn't need to. I could see the vultures circling through the glass.
Inside the office, Kate was standing behind her desk and she wasn't cowering. She was standing tall, her hands gripping th
