Amelia's POV

The executive floor is filled with expensive and new computers.

I've been in this elevator for thirty-seven floors, watching numbers climb, wondering if I'm ascending or falling. My reflection in the polished doors shows no cracks. The armor is holding.

Fourthieth floor. Daniel's domain.

His assistant—new since my time, someone who doesn't know me as anything but an appointment—gestures toward familiar double doors.

"Mr. Sterling is expecting you, Ms. Hart."

Ms. Hart. The name ...