"Mr. Carter will see you now."
The receptionist's voice was polite, but the atmosphere in Carter Group's headquarters was thick enough to cut. Every eye seemed to follow Samantha Bradley as she walked down the gleaming marble corridor — the woman who had the business world on its knees in less than a year. Her heels struck a confident rhythm against the floor, each step echoing with purpose, poise, and danger.
Jake Morgan walked beside her, calm as ever, his tailored suit pressed and his expression unreadable. Yet his sharp eyes scanned the space around them, taking in every detail — the way Carter employees straightened as she passed, the nervous whispering that trailed behind.
He leaned closer. "You sure about this?"
Samantha didn't look at him. "Business requires face-to-face conversations."
Jake gave a dry chuckle. "And revenge requires sharp timing."
Her lips curved slightly — not quite a smile. "Then I'm right on schedule."
