His Mistress, Her Empire

panse of clouds, my mind a churning vortex of betrayal and vengeance. Every image from the live stream played on a loop: Tiffany in Lily' s dress, Sarah at the micr

h my Global Entry, moving with a speed and purpose that made people get out of my way. I

novate Solutions headquarters downtown, the glass tower tha

y stomach. The lobby looked different. The familiar, friendly faces of the security team I

purposefully on the marble floor. One of the new guard

" he asked, his tone pro

erson," I said, my voice s

list on a tablet he was holding. "I don' t have a Chloe

nt? I don' t need an appointment. I own this buil

ou to calm down. Our CEO is Ms. Sarah Miller, and she' s in a meeting w

tongue. So the charade from the party was re

e dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "You are on my property, and you are bei

to look uncertain, but his orders were clear. "Ma' am, if yo

ad," I

cut through the tension.

rst hires, standing by the elevators. His face was a mixture of sh

the relief eviden

s. "We thought... Mark told everyone you wer

simply. "I need to ge

ance." He swiped his own master keycard at a side entrance, and a gate clicked open. The gua

d as we walked swiftly towa

een a nightmare for the past few months. This Sarah woman came in and st

it," I promised.

is expression grim. "They'

When the doors opened, I strode out, my steps echoing in the hushed corridor. The plaque on

n' t

avy oak door op

band, Mark, was standing behind the desk, his arms wrapped around Sarah Miller. They were locked in a passionate kiss, oblivious to my

d to slow down. The sound of my o

ind me. Mark' s eyes widened in pure, unadulterated shock. Sarah' s e

all color. He pushed Sarah away from him, a pa

terrified face to the woman standing beside him, the woman who had put on a sho

ontation