"I want Creed Tech," Amara said.
The words fell like heavy stones into a deep well. The room went silent. The smiles on the faces of the Creed family didn't just fade; they froze.
"The company?" Seb stammered, his face turning a sickly shade of grey. "Why would you want my company? Ask for money. Ask for the house, the cars... anything else. Why the company?"
It was the only thing Seb truly worshipped. It was the source of his pride, the throne that allowed him to look down on the world. For ten years, Amara had been the silent engine behind that success, working in the shadows to make him a giant. She had built his empire with her own hands while he was busy building a house of lies.
"It's the price of her freedom," Amara said, her voice smooth as silk and cold as ice.
