CHAPTER 2 — THE WOMAN THEY MISJUDGED
At Montrose Global Headquarters, Isabella stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The city stretched endlessly below her.
Cold.
Controlled.
Untouchable.
Behind her, a dozen executives waited.
Lawyers. Analysts. Strategists.
All silent.
All ready.
“Report,” Isabella said calmly.
“Phase One completed,” her lead counsel replied. “All Cross family assets frozen. Media containment secured. Board members requesting emergency negotiation.”
“Denied,” she said.
No hesitation.
No emotion.
“What about Damian Cross?” another asked carefully.
Isabella’s reflection stared back at her.
For a moment…
Just a moment…
There was pain.
Then it disappeared.
“He’s not my concern anymore.”
The room understood.
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This wasn’t revenge.
This was correction.
