TWO COLD STEELS
silence up here, on the 50th story of Steele Enterprises. The light from the tablet bounced off Isabella's face as she sat by herself in the darkened conference room. She saw columns o
her fingers drummed on
wrong. The patterns were too symmetrical, the numbers too exact. It was never that
stride had a steady, dominating rhythm that was as unique as his presence. The air changed like it always did when he
that was laced with something
logram, really. I am still here, of co
hyt
ie
abit among soldiers." Her eyes narrowed
, I didn't think CEOs developed
se. Alexander's face was still hidden as he cocked his head and observed her intently. "Capt
ing the floor a little. "Something is there. I sense it. However, the
demanded, her voice sharper but softer, with a hint of rawness. Or do you see this as just another game of numbers? Earnings?
e first time. The fissure. Not a sign of weakness. No-something more profound. managed discomf
she swallowed, her shields faltering. Because she saw things up close that she hadn't previously allowed herself to notice. His shoulders were tense, and his
ted witne
me too much of sta
nce with a calmer tone. "Not troops. Not in batt
ook place? Before she could stop h
. Then, at last-'My"dad. heart failure. It was...diffic
did. "I apologize." It wasn't sympathy. She ha
ho shared her motivations for constructing his stronghold. to live. After
, you won't be able to accomplish your goal. She made a small
illy. Not stern. Just...knowing. Then he turned and wa
the glass doors shut behind him. The fis
re afraid of that
are that anyone might defeat an