The suit is coming off. And the truth?

It’s going to be filthy.

I don’t do ethics, or apologies, and I sure as hell don’t do "vulnerable."

My empire is built on the ruins of men who thought they could cross me.

I decide who survives and who gets reduced to ash.

And then Chloe Harper blew in.

Exquisite and dangerous.

She thinks she’s the hero of this story. An investigative attorney sent to gut my legacy,

expose the skeletons I’ve spent a lifetime burying, and strip me bare.

Every argument is electric, pulse hammering, her pride breaking under my touch.

She wants the truth; I want her pinned to the table, gasping for mercy she knows I won’t give.

Now, the secrets that protect my legacy are a detonator threatening to destroy her.

I’m used to managing fallout, but Chloe isn't a crisis to be handled.

She’s my reckoning.

In this game of corporate chicken, the first one to blink loses everything.

And I’ll let it all burn, just to hear her scream my name.

The Pact is back.