Liana’s POV
The crisis was over, but the aftermath was relentless. Winning against Kovalenko hadn’t restored calm, it had only bought them time.
The financial department was still scrambling, shareholders still cautious, the press still watching for cracks. Z-Core had survived, but barely and in that fragile space between survival and recovery, Dominic stayed.
Not as a savior. Not even as a CEO. Just as a man who refused to walk away before the dust settled.
He occupied the office across from hers now, a temporary workspace stripped of the grandeur he once demanded. No nameplate, no personal assistant, no glass-walled throne. Just a desk, a laptop, and the steady hum of focus.
The first week, they worked like strangers forced into proximity. Every exchange was clipped, professional,
