Chapter 202 A Business Of Her Own

Genevieve sat hunched over her cherrywood desk in the midnight hush, lamplight pooling around scattered pages of notes and sketches. The scent of ink and old paper hung heavy. A strand of her raven-black hair fell across her face as she scribbled a phrase, then scratched it out with a frustrated hiss. In the silence, her heart drummed. She felt as if Silas’s presence lurked in the dark corners of the room, judging her defiance. She closed her eyes for a moment, summoning courage. Images of Silas Rockwell’s empire swirled behind her lids: the mirrored skyscrapers, the boardrooms where she had been a silent observer, the cold weight of his hand on her shoulder. “You owe everything to me,” he had once whispered in her ear during a gala, smiling shark-like to onlookers. The memory made her spine stiffen.