The message hurt anyway.
At 8:50 a.m., I entered the lobby of Hayes Capital.
The corporate tower smelled of ozone and polished glass.
It smelled like the place my grandfather had built with a handshake.
I had spent most of my life in that building.
That morning, I felt like a stranger walking into my own home.
A security guard gave me a cautious nod.
“Ms. Hayes, the boardroom has been prepared.”
“By whom?”
“Your guest has arranged coffee and pastries.”
I didn’t ask which guest.
I already knew.
The elevator climbed in silence.
In the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
Blue blouse.
Black trousers.
A single gold necklace Dad had given me for my twenty-fifth birthday.
I hadn’t worn it in years.
I had removed it the day Daniel left the house for the final time.
That morning, I put it back on.
As armor.
As a warning.
The elevator opened onto the executive floor.
The boardroom doors were closed.
Behind the frosted glass, I heard a voice I had never heard in person but knew from the recordings.
Claire.
I took a breath and pushed the doors open.
The room fell silent.
Daniel sat on the right, his tie loosened and dark circles beneath his eyes.
Vanessa sat beside him, still wearing the sapphire necklace.
Claire occupied the head of the table.
