ROXIE

The quiet hum of the executive floor felt completely different from the explosive noise of the boardroom.

My knees were trembling violently beneath my charcoal blazer, the adrenaline that had fueled my showdown with Sophie rapidly draining from my system. I was walking down the carpeted hallway, my heels clicking softly, trying desperately to look like a composed Vance heir. In reality, my chest was heaving. I had just threatened a multi-billionaire corporate board member with offshore banking fraud data I barely understood.

Before I could even reach the elevator bank, a heavy, warm hand wrapped firmly around my upper arm.

I didn't have time to gasp. Garrison didn't...