To: Elena Vance
From: Julian Thorne (CEO of OmniCorp)
Message: I saw your speech. Ruthless. Elegant. I’ve been trying to buy you dinner for five years, but your ‘proxy’ always declined. Now that you’re in the driver’s seat… table for two at Le Bernardin?
Julian Thorne. Her biggest rival. The only man in the industry who had ever given her a run for her money.
Elena smirked. She typed back.
Message: If you want to eat with me, Julian, bring your A-game. I don’t carry passengers anymore.
She hit send and tossed the phone onto the seat. She watched the city blur past, a symphony of light and motion. She wasn’t a wife. She wasn’t a shadow. She was the Architect. And she was just getting started.