The morning sun shone brightly down on the glass windows of the Vane Enterprises skyscraper in downtown Manhattan. Inside the grand executive boardroom on the top floor, a heavy, nervous silence hung thick in the air. The long mahogany table was surrounded by senior board members who had secretly supported Marcus Vance for months, thinking they had won total control of the company.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors swung open with a loud click.

Clara walked into the room like a true queen taking back her throne. She wore a sharp, tailored white pantsuit that hugged her body with clean perfection, her dark hair pulled back into a sleek, professional...