When Seraphine left Ravyn's office weeks ago, she had walked out with her spine straight and her head held high, but deep inside, she knew exactly what she had stepped into. War.
Not the kind fought with claws and blood, but the colder, more merciless kind factoring numbers, contracts, influence, and power wielded behind polished glass walls.
Ravyn had drawn the first line, and Voren Ashkael had made sure the battlefield was tilted against her before she could even take her second step.
Still, Seraphine was not built to cower. She had survived humiliation, and betrayal so a corporate storm, no matter how vicious, would not be the thing that broke her.
Her first move had been deliberate and calculated. To redirect the check Ravyn signed into another company. The moment profit began to rise, the ripple would be felt. Walker Global Enterprises' stock would react, and investors would notice. Panic would follow, and Ravyn would feel it.
