Claire’s POV

The elevator went up silently to the penthouse level, my reflection broken across its shiny brass doors. After leaving my office a few hours ago, I had gone home to change to a simple black dress that walked the line between professional and elegant while Evelyn's letter fragment burned in my purse like contraband.

The small piece of paper with those haunting words; "Your father will sacrifice anything for the company. Even you, even me” had been tucked safely away. Damian ...