Chapter 6 Shadows On The Wall

• “If you stare at me like that any longer, I am going to assume you are plotting how to write me out of your corporate will,” Aurelia says, breaking the heavy quiet that hummed between them as the sun finally dips below the horizon, plunging the penthouse into darkness.
• Thaddeus sits across from her at the long dining table, the single flickering candle casting long, dancing shadows over his sharp features. “I was wondering when you were going to speak,” he replies, his voice low and steady in the vast, empty room. “The silence in this place is deafening once the notifications stop.”
• “It is the first time in three years we have sat across this table without an iPad, a calendar invite, or an urgent email from a board member,” she points out, taking a slow sip of the wine he poured earlier. “It feels entirely unnatural.”