Chapter 92

• I stood at the center of the Starhaven corporate compound’s open courtyard, the biting northern wind slicing through the space like tension through glass. My blazer whipped in the wind less a fashion statement, more a silent declaration: I’m not going anywhere.
• I tied my hair back, every movement precise. The cold didn’t shake me it sharpened my focus. Around me, executives and analysts gathered like vultures circling a wounded heir. Their gazes cut as sharply as their whispers.
• But I didn’t come here to flinch.