NICOLE
The snow falling outside my office window is a silent, hypnotic dance. In here, it's almost too warm, the central heating a stark contrast to the winter landscape. My phone buzzes, pulling me from my thoughts. The screen flashes: Kenji Soma.
A simple, two-word text: "My office. Now."
My heart does its usual, complicated little flip—part nerves, part anticipation. I smooth down my skirt and make my way through the sleek, silent halls of Apex Innovations.
I push the heavy door to his office open. The room is massive, all dark wood and cold glass, with a view of the snow-blanketed city that feels like owning the world.
Kenji is behind his desk, the picture of a ruthless CEO in a tailored black suit. Tokito is lounging in one of the visitor's chairs, looking far more relaxed than anyone has a right to be in Kenji's presence.
They're deep in conversation, their voices a low murmur.
