The sun had long slipped behind the tall skyline, casting a soft orange hue across the city. In the CEO's office, Genevieve sat by the window with a delicate porcelain cup in hand, her eyes half-lidded as she admired the city's tranquil chaos. The sharp click of heels on the marble floor made her turn.
"How was the meeting?" she asked, her voice calm but watchful.
Anastasia walked in, sipping on her coffee as well, eyes darting behind to ensure Dante hadn't followed. "It's under control. For now. But it won't be for long."
Genevieve gave a slow nod, placing her cup on the nearby glass table. "They're not letting up."
"No," Anastasia murmured. Her footsteps grew quieter as she approached her mother. "I'm sorry. For letting you go through all this. Just give me more time. I'll do everything I can to make sure they don't take the seat."
There was a pause. Genevieve studied her daughter carefully, the weight of years visible in her quiet gaze.
