Sloane’s POV

I walked into Holt Enterprises like I still owned a piece of the glass and steel. The lobby smelled of leather polish and ambition, a scent I once adored because it belonged to Damien’s empire and, by extension, mine. Except now, I was walking into enemy territory. The whispers had already begun in the hallways. I felt them slice against me like cold knives, cutting into the silk of my blouse, but I didn’t break stride.

I went straight to the executive floor. I needed ...