Jason's POV
I stood in the center of the wreckage, the master drive's absence feeling like a physical wound in my side. The silence of the penthouse wasn't peaceful anymore; it was mocking. Sarah hadn't just left me; she had disarmed me. She had reached into the chest of my empire and plucked out the heart while I was busy losing myself in the curve of her hip.
"Who?" I spat, the word tasting like bile.
I began to pace, my boots crunching over the glass of a shattered picture frame—a photo of us at the gala last year. I kicked it aside. Sarah didn't have the technical mind for this. She didn't know the difference between a backup and a master. Someone had coached her. Someone had whispered in her ear, telling her exactly where I kept the leverage that kept the world at bay.
I grabbed a
