Chapter 38 Crown Atop The Summit

• The private elevator chimed softly, signaling their arrival at the ninetieth floor of Morello Tower. The atmosphere inside the sprawling private penthouse was dead silent, standing in stark contrast to the relentless, sleepless roar of Wall Street churning far below. Sweeping curved glass walls exposed a breathtaking panorama of Manhattan's skyline, glittering like a vast sea of diamonds against the dark canvas of the night.
• Megan stepped out of the elevator first, kicking off her stiletto heels and letting her bare feet sink into the plush, black silk-wool rug that stretched across the main gallery. She set her leather briefcase onto a sleek marble console table, finally releasing the long, controlled breath she had trapped in her lungs for hours. Throughout the silent ascent, neither of them had spoken a single word, yet the taut, heavy tension binding them together had only tightened, morphing into a raw, burning anticipation.
• Casian followed closely behind, shedding his expensive suit jacket and tossing it carelessly over a leather sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt, baring the sharp lines of his throat and the solid expanse of his chest. His footsteps approached with absolute silence until the steady warmth of his breathing brushed softly against the back of Megan’s neck.