The headquarters of Lacy Corporation had never been livelier.
What should have been an ordinary business day had turned into something resembling a carefully orchestrated spectacle. Senior executives from multiple corporations—men who usually delegated everything to assistants and lawyers—were arriving in person, one after another. Suits impeccably tailored, smiles measured yet unmistakably deferential, they filled the conference room as if attending a summit rather than a negotiation.
Earlier that morning, Paul Lacy had been rushed to Central Medical Center under emergency circumstances, leaving the company temporarily without one of its key figures. Yet instead of chaos, what followed was something far stranger.
Inside the main conference room, Sarah Lacy barely had time to breathe.
