The rain had teeth.
It bit at Aria's cheeks as she stared up at the towering skyscraper that pierced the midnight sky like a blade. SilvyrTech HQ. Forty-two floors of mirrored steel and power she couldn't comprehend. But tonight, she was only here to mop the marble floors.
Her fake ID said Elena Frost. Seventeen. High school dropout. Hired by a third-party cleaning agency with no questions asked.
Good.
She needed anonymity. She needed silence.
But fate, as always, had other plans.
As the elevator doors slid open, she stepped into the executive floor—and collided with someone solid. Her bucket clattered to the floor, water spilling like a silver halo between them.
Her eyes darted up.
He was taller than she imagined—taller than the Forbes photos, colder than the rumors. Sharp black suit. Pale gray eyes that didn't blink.
Lucien Silvyr.
The youngest self-made billionaire in America.
And the most dangerous.
"You're not supposed to be here," he said
quietly.
Neither was she.