(Lena’s POV)

The elevator doors opened to chaos.

Reporters filled the marble lobby like a tide of noise and light. Microphones gleamed, cameras flashed, and every question seemed to slice through the air in fragments of sound.

"Miss Marlowe, is it true you’re the reason for the board’s emergency session?"

"Are you Mr. Vance’s legal counsel or something more?"

"Was Victoria Harrow forced out?"

The words collided and blurred until they stopped meaning anything at all. The only ...