*Noah's POV*
The elevator in my corporate building hums softly as I rise toward the executive floor. After the chaos at the Bennett villa, returning to this gleaming tower feels like entering a different world. One where I hold all the cards.
My reflection stares back from the polished steel doors. My shirt is slightly wrinkled from the fight. A small cut on my knuckle from broken glass. Otherwise, I look exactly like what I've always been - Noah Lancaster, secret heir to the Steele empire.
The doors slide open to reveal the familiar luxury of my executive suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a commanding view of the city. This is where I belong. Not groveling in marble foyers or dodging the fists of hired thugs.
My phone buzzes with an encrypted message. Marcus Vance isn't finished with me yet.
