Rain pressed softly against the windows of Ashford Tower long after midnight. Most of the executive floors had already gone dark, but the strategy room near Lucien's office remained lit. Multiple screens displayed financial reports, media timelines, investor reactions, and archived communication summaries connected to the Hawt Meridian leak.
Seraphina sat at the far end of the conference table surrounded by documents she had already reviewed twice, and something about them continued bothering her.
Lucien stepped into the room quietly carrying fresh coffee. "You have not moved in two hours," he said.
Seraphina accepted the cup without immediately drinking from it. "I am thinking."
"That usually means trouble." He said.
A faint smile almost appeared on her face. "Only for someone."
