most exclusive zip code of the city. The air inside s

opposite her, sipping Earl Grey tea from a bone china cup. Dorian's manicure

heet of paper across t

the text. Her perfectly arched eyebro

uiet room. "Are you out of your mind, Hannah? What exactly have you contr

t reminder of the ticking clock inside her. She reached into her designer handb

nsferred significant marital assets into an offshore account under Bailey Koch's name. There are also several intern

ing of her nails stopped instantly. Her

hat rivaled the top engineers in the country. She had noticed the discrepancies month

nah continued, leaning back. "If you refuse, these files will be attached to my divorce filin

realized she had severely underestimated th

snake," Dor

the best," Hanna

Group hundreds of millions in stock value. Thirty million

disclosure agreement. And you pack your b

e NDA Dorian thrust at her, and stood up. "The money needs to be

ind her. She got into her car, her hands shaking slightly from th

sleek, glass-paneled headq

tech firm, specializing in AI medical diagnostics. She had stepped down

e sterile, efficient environment was a stark

of Eleanor Fletcher, the

gistering on her face. "Hannah

stepping back from my non-executive duties on the board, E

still the backbone of our diagnostic software, and as a founding shareholder, your vo

nnah said softly. She didn't elaborate

oor here is always open, Hannah. You are a rar

said, feeling a genu

rd the elevators. Just as the doors were abo

anden's executive assistant, a man

up and down. "What brings you to the office? Coming to ch

ed her hand against her abdomen, fo

ameron," Hannah said coldly. "And fro

ard leave? Throwing another tantrum for attention?

red straight at the elevator doors

meron staring after her, a mocking smirk on his face. He tho

crossed out Secure financial compensation. She pu

untdown to Fr

p holder. It was a text fr

rivate dinner tonight. Come with me? It's be

g from the tumor and the stress. But she needed to rebuild her

d back. What t

s eerily quiet. Peggy McCoy, the older housekeeper wh

"Mrs. Cox, are you feeling unwell? You

id gently. "I'm fine. Just a little tir

r hands. "Moving out? Oh, my dear... I'm so sorry." Peggy knew how

ed, a genuine, tired sm

urposefully left behind every expensive dress, every diamond necklace, and every designer ba

e first time in three years, she felt

aptop. She drafted an email to Byron Erickson,

ent obligations. Is there still room for me on th

han two minutes late

ing for you. The project just got greenlit. W

She doubled over, gasping for air, her fingers digging into the mat

a dull ache, she sat up. She looked

," she whispered