
I built the AI system that made Sterling Group an empire. I was also engaged to its CEO, Julian Sterling. For three years, he trusted my judgment before anyone else's. Then he hired an intern named Chloe Harper. He called it giving me a break. One by one, my system privileges, projects, and board responsibilities went to her. My doctor had given me a month to live. Julian didn't know. He was too busy handing Chloe my life's work and assuring me that we were still a team.

The doctor gave me a month to live on a Tuesday, and I thanked him for the water. He had run the scan twice. He had pulled the images up on the wall monitor, traced the shadow across my heart with the tip of his pen, and spoken for a long time in careful clinical sentences about inoperable lesions and palliative options. I heard most of it. The rest of it I heard the way you hear rain through a window you're not sure is closed. "Without intervention, Ms. Vance—" He started the sentence three times and finished it once. "A month. Perhaps less." "There's no procedure." "High-risk. Sixteen percent survival. You'd need someone beside you for the recovery, months of care—" He hesitated. "Your fiancé. He should know." "Julian is very busy," I said. "We're in the middle of a transition at wo
