Rain slammed against the glass windows of the high-rise like a warning, a steady rhythm that matched the restless pulse in her chest. Calla hated being here. The marble floors gleamed too bright, the suits around her reeked of old money and power, and at the head of the long negotiation table sat the one man she swore she’d never fall under. Damon Voss. Her father’s most dangerous rival.
He leaned back in his chair as if the entire world belonged to him, his black suit tailored like sin, a half-smirk on his lips. His eyes were a shade too dark, almost predatory, as if he could strip the room with a single glance. Every movement he made was slow and deliberate. A lion that didn’t need to roar to remind the world of its place.
“This merger will happen whether your board likes it or not,” D
