Séraphine Lelièvre let out a deep sigh the moment the door of Cassien Beaumont’s office clicked shut.
Cassien did not invite her to sit. He never did when the request was going to cost someone their soul.
At forty-one he ran competitive strategy for Aether Dynamics with the cold efficiency of a man who measured loyalty in delivered results rather weight.
Séraphine stood in front of his glass desk in a charcoal skirt that ended just above the knee and a silk blouse that had been buttoned correctly when she entered the building.
Her pulse already knew this conversation would unbutton everything.
“Your stepfather is Évariste Montfort,” Cassien said. No preamble or pretense, it wasn't needed.
“CEO of Montfort Systèmes. They are forty-eight hours from locking the propulsion-housing s
