Chapter 7 - The Lioness in the Tower
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The twentieth floor of the glass tower in downtown Chicago smelled of fresh paint and ambition.
Sophia stood in the corner office, looking out over the sprawling skyline below.
From this height, the city’s streets looked like small, orderly arteries.
The people below were tiny figures moving through their daily lives without fear.
She wore a tailored ivory blazer, black cigarette trousers, and four-inch Louboutin heels.
She no longer looked like the meek, silent woman who had sat quietly beneath Adrian’s chandelier.
A soft tap sounded at the glass door.
Her executive assistant stepped inside, holding a massive bouquet of deep crimson roses.
“These just arrived by private courier, Ms. Vance,” the young woman said.
Sophia turned around, her expression unreadable.
“Who are they from?”
The assistant pulled out the small embossed card.
“Adrian Romano.”
“The card says: ‘Come home, Sophia. We need to talk.’”
Sophia walked toward the desk with steady, rhythmic strides.
She took the card between two fingers, read the familiar, arrogant scrawl, and dropped it into the wastebasket.
“Take the flowers down to the lobby and give them to the receptionist,” Sophia instructed calmly.
“If any more packages arrive from that name, send them straight to the incinerator.”
The assistant nodded quickly and hurried out with the vase.
A moment later, Victor Moretti walked into the office, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
He handed one to her with a knowing smile.
“One sugar cube dissolved beneath the surface?” Victor teased gently.
Sophia looked at the dark liquid, then looked up at Victor.
“No,” she said with a faint, genuine smile.
“Black. No sugar.”
“I only drank it sweet because Adrian preferred making me share his taste.”
Victor raised his cup in a silent toast.
“The board of directors is completely captivated by your three-year restructuring plan.”
“The shipping docks in New Jersey have already agreed to clear out their western berths for our fleet.”
“You have done more in four days than my analysts managed in four years.”
Sophia took a slow sip of the bitter coffee, enjoying the clean bite of the flavor.
“This is only the beginning, Victor.”
“Adrian’s legitimate empire is built on three pillars: maritime freight, commercial warehousing, and municipal waste management.”
“We just took the freight.”
“By next month, I am going after his warehouses.”
Victor leaned against the edge of her desk, his expression turning serious.
“Adrian is a wounded animal right now, Sophia.”
“He is arrogant, but he is not stupid.”
“He knows you are the one holding the scalpel that is dissecting his business.”
“He will come for you personally.”
Sophia set her cup down on the glass desk.
Her eyes were cold, clear, and devoid of the fear that had once governed her life.
“Let him come,” she whispered.
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“I am not the woman he left in his study.”
“If Adrian Romano wants a conversation with me, he will have to schedule an appointment like everyone else.”
