The city’s cold air slapped her cheeks as she strode toward Daniel’s office tower. The glass façade shimmered like it belonged to another planet, one where the rules bent for men in suits and women like her got erased.

She didn’t slow as she reached the revolving door. Security inside immediately clocked her — the sharp-eyed man behind the desk straightened, one hand sliding toward his walkie-talkie.

“I’m here to see Daniel Carter” Naya said, loud enough for the lobby to ...