Chapter 75

SIENNA

The meeting was winding down. Numbers, charts, projections, noise. But no one was really listening. Not after that opening. Not with the cold war playing out at opposite ends of the table.

Gideon called the final figures, his voice sharp and unyielding, before closing the laptop with a soft snap. Chairs scraped. Papers shuffled. Everyone stood.

But I barely took a step before—

“Sienna.”