Lisa strode through the gleaming lobby of Barloren Tower, her heels rapping out a staccato cadence against the polished marble. Each step radiated pure, undiluted dominance and purpose in the wake of her total victory over Vivian.

"Security is in place on the executive floor per your instructions," Peter murmured, keeping pace just half a step behind her left shoulder. "Vivian and her team won't be able to so much as sneeze without our awareness."

"Excellent." Lisa didn't break her stride, though her lips curved in the barest ghost of a smile. "Let's keep the screws secured nice and tightly for now. That malignant tumor won't be metastasizing her poison...