Chapter 74

SIENNA

The hallway was quiet.

Too quiet for a building pulsing with billion-dollar egos and boardroom bloodbaths. The kind of silence that settles just before something shifts.

I turned the corner.

And there he was.

Gideon Mercer.

Dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been stitched straight onto his sins. His tie hung loose at his throat, like he’d tugged it in frustration or maybe he