Chapter 151

• By the time Kylie Kingsley had taken her seat at the head of the conference room, I could feel the energy shift. The walls were glass, the skyline glittering behind her like a reminder of everything she’d built and everything she stood to protect.
• I walked in, Anna just a step behind me. We were both dressed impeccably, confidence echoing in the rhythm of our heels against the floor. But I knew there was something in my eyes restraint, calculation, a hint of formality that didn’t quite match the easy rhythm of a morning strategy session.
• "Good morning, Ms. Kingsley," I said, offering a nod that felt slightly too reverent for the setting.