Chapter 124 Talk Of The Devil

• Eve
• A year had passed, and the days had taken on a rhythm that felt almost steady. The office was quieter now, the kind of quiet that came from routine rather than absence. I moved through the corridors with purpose, heels clicking softly against the polished marble, my new personal assistant, Cat, trailing a respectful step behind me with her tablet in hand.
• “Make sure the quarterly projections are on my desk by noon,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “And confirm the board meeting for Thursday. I want the revised merger terms ready for review.”