Chapter 71 A New Alliance

• Clara sat across from Nathaniel Sterling in the dimly lit lounge of the Whitaker Tower. The air smelled of aged whiskey and leather, the room humming with quiet tension. She wrapped her fingers around the crystal glass in front of her, swirling the amber liquid but not drinking.
• “I don’t know if I can keep up with his world,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
• Nathaniel smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Then make it your own.”