The morning of September 15th arrived gray and cold, matching the heaviness in Alexander's chest as he stood at his office window. Fifteen years. Fifteen years since Meridian Technologies collapsed. Fifteen years since his uncle Richard Pierce had tied a rope around his neck rather than face another day of Victoria Kane's systematic destruction.

Alexander's phone buzzed on his desk, but he ignored it. Today wasn't a day for business calls or meetings. Today was a day ...