Chapter 119

••• Victoria’s POV ••• The sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows of my office, dancing across the polished wooden floors and the gold-trimmed bottles lined neatly on the shelf. A soft breeze rustled the sheer curtains, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine—my personal blend. My sanctuary. My empire. I closed the last presentation file and leaned back, stretching my fingers. We’d just finalized the packaging concept for our next release—Eclipse—and the design was exquisite. This should be more successful than Reborn if the data we gathered from the werewolf community indicates it. Even though the perfume company was my legacy, it was now mine. Built on my vision, my sweat, my scars. And for once, the silence in the office wasn’t heavy; it was earned. Until the door burst open. “Vicky.” Oli's heels clipped against the marble tile, her cheeks pale and brows furrowed. I straightened. “What happened?” She swallowed, her voice tight. “He quit. Lucas. Effective immediately.” L