The city lights below Cambria's penthouse were a blur of gold and white, each one a reminder of the world she was fighting to control. She stood at the window, her thoughts racing as she gazed out over the skyline. The plan was in motion. Blackwood, her father, and Evelyn were all coming for her, and Cambria knew the only way to survive was to strike first.
She turned away from the window, her gaze falling on the piles of files, reports, and documents that covered her desk. The weight of everything pressing down on her was suffocating, but she had to keep moving. She couldn't afford to lose herself in doubt, not now. Not when she was so close to the truth.
The phone on her desk buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was Elara.
