Chloe’s POV

The city buzzed with activity as the afternoon sun bore down, casting long shadows across the pavement. I slipped on my sunglasses the moment I stepped out of the car, scanning the sleek glass structure of The Miller's Empire.

It was almost noon, and despite the heat, the air carried a crisp tension. I had overheard Orion on a call earlier this morning—something about a breach in their system.

A smirk tugged at my lips. If the board had any sense, they’d blame Ava and toss her out for good. But knowing Ava, she’d weasel her way out of trouble, as she always did. Wishful thinking, Chloe, I...