As the King Orders

The words Rowan had spoken just a day ago still echoed in my skull, an endless, mocking loop.

*He bought it.*

Evander Vanguard owned this company. He owned Prime Textiles. He owned the floor I walked on, the desk I sat at, the very air circulating through the vents. The sickeningly intimate design of my office, the abrupt ninety-day transfer trap, that arrogant smirk he wore in the lobby—it all