Jared’s face was plastered on the side of the building in a promotional video loop.

He looked handsome, confident, and utterly invincible.

I parked in the underground executive garage of the tower.

The security guard at the gate smiled and waved me through.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Harlan,” he said.

“Good afternoon, Thomas,” I said.

He did not know that Jared had already ordered his administrative team to revoke my security clearance next week.

But I still had my keycard today.

I took the private elevator straight to the executive floor.

The elevator was lined with polished mahogany and smelled of beeswax.

As the elevator climbed, my stomach twisted.

I had to play this perfectly.

I could not let Jared see me.

If he knew I had this document, he would use every legal loophole to destroy its validity before I could act.

I had to deliver it directly to the board members before he could stop me.

The elevator doors chimed and slid open.

The executive lobby was quiet and luxurious.

The walls were decorated with oil paintings of the Harlan ancestors.