The rest of the car ride to Montgomery Corporation was steeped in charged silence.
Neither Dante nor Anastasia made an effort to speak, their unspoken battle suspended only by the soft hum of the engine. The lingering tension wasn't one of attraction, but a raw clash of dominance—an invisible tug-of-war between two people who refused to bow.
When the car slid into the private underground parking reserved solely for the CEO, Anastasia glanced out the tinted windows. The vast lot was empty, save for Dante's sleek collection of luxury vehicles and the one they'd just arrived in.
Dante exited first, not sparing her a glance, but Anastasia followed at her own pace, heels clicking defiantly against the polished concrete. She caught up with him just as he reached the access point, where biometric authentication awaited.
No words were exchanged.
A single press of Dante's fingerprint unlocked the doors leading into the main building.
