Daphne’s POV

The first day back should’ve felt like a victory. Instead, it felt like walking straight into enemy territory with no armor.

I hadn’t been in a room like this since the day they stripped me of everything.

The conference hall on the fifty-seventh floor overlooked all of Manhattan, but the view didn’t calm me.

It only reminded me how small I felt, standing in a room full of men and women who thought they owned the city.

This wasn’t just another meeting. It was a joint ...