I walk into Knight Corporation still carrying it.
That quiet promise I made to myself in my studio
doorway. We will. Whatever comes next. We will.
It sits in my chest the whole elevator ride up.
Warm and certain and slightly terrifying. The kind
of feeling that has stopped asking permission.
Victor’s office is on the thirty second floor.
Not Adrian’s floor. Not the executive suite. Victor’s
own small, immaculate office that smells like printer
ink and ambition and contains exactly one plant he
has somehow kept alive for six years, which I find
more impressive than most things about Knight
Corporation.
He’s already there when I arrive. So is Adrian.
Standing at the window with his hands in his pockets,
jacket on. Work Adrian. The version with the careful
face.
I sit down.
