Monday Morning, 7:53 AM - Vale Industries

Eva’s POV

I arrived seven minutes early, dressed in the same navy dress I’d worn to my interview at Luminère. Armor disguised as professionalism.

My hands were shaking as I rode the elevator to the forty-eighth floor. I’d barely slept all weekend, alternating between reading the contract and convincing myself this was the right decision.

The only decision, I corrected.

Because this morning at 9 AM, my father’s lawyers were filing ...