(Lena’s POV)

The message arrived before dawn.

It was short and without explanation, sent directly from Damian’s office to every senior executive in Vance Tower. The meeting was set for seven o’clock sharp. Attendance was mandatory.

By the time I reached the building, the city was still wrapped in gray light, the kind that softened the skyline and made everything look uncertain. The lobby felt colder than usual, not because of the air conditioning but because of the silence. People ...