Chapter 118

Sylvia'POV The soft click of the door echoed in my office like a gunshot. For a moment, I let myself sit there—spine curved, breath held—before I pulled my composure back into place like a second skin. Caesar still lingered in my mind, but I refused to give him more space than he deserved. I inhaled slowly. Exhaled with precision. If I couldn't fix my heart, I'd sharpen my focus. My screen lit up with the name I was beginning to know all too well. John Sinclair. The elusive director of LC Corporation was proving harder to pin down than a rogue wolf prowling the borderlands—but that only made the hunt more interesting. Three days of strategic messaging, and all I'd gotten were polite deflections and radio silence. Still, I wasn't frustrated. I was intrigued. He thought he was dodging me. He didn't realize I thrived on difficult prey. Our exchange had started diplomatically enough: "Mr. Sinclair, I've long admired your work in Europe. Your reputation precedes you." His response: "Nothing