Chapter 7

The air inside Maison de Soie smelled of lavender, dust, and raw wealth. Tucked away on the fourth floor of an unassuming pre-war building in the Garment District, the fabric supplier was a closely guarded secret among the global fashion elite. There were no neon signs, no window displays

Chapter 8

The mediation room on the forty-second floor of the World Trade Center was a masterpiece of corporate intimidation. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a dizzying, omnipotent view of the Manhattan skyline, while the massive slab of cold gray marble serving as the conference table seemed

Chapter 9

The digital clock on Vivian’s temporary desk read 1:14 AM.

The penthouse suite she had rented overlooking Central Park was dead silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of her Montblanc pen against the mahogany surface. Spread before her under the sharp glow of a brass reading lamp was a f