"I knew he'd come to me. No pressure. No chase."
Samantha's voice was low, quiet, laced with a calm edge as she stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass on the 50th floor of Elevate Strategic Group. The sky was painted in a crisp daylight shimmer, the city stretched beneath her like a chessboard, and she — the queen — watched in silence.
She was holding a sleek windowpane, a built-in optical surveillance display shimmered faintly — the kind only multi-billion dollar tech could afford. Samantha lifted one hand and swiped across a nearly invisible panel, zooming in on the building's entrance.
There they were — Nick Carter and Lynn. Standing beneath her empire like ants. Watching, failing, guessing.
A small, pleased smirk tugged at her lips.
Moments later, a soft beep chimed from behind her.
The door to her office slid open. Lynn stepped in confidently, her card still in hand, cheeks flushed with laughter.
