At six twelve on Monday morning, Seraphina Laurent stepped onto the sixty-third floor of Vale Tower carrying two cups of coffee and a secret she had no intention of sharing.She had spent the weekend studying Lucian Vale.Not the sanitized version of him presented in financial magazines, where he was described as visionary, disciplined, and relentlessly innovative. Those articles were advertisements dressed as journalism. They revealed nothing except what Vale International wanted the public to believe.Seraphina had searched deeper.She knew Lucian woke at four thirty every morning and exercised for exactly an hour. He left his estate in Westbridge at five fifty unless weather or security concerns altered his route. His driver used one of three approved roads to Vale Tower, and Lucian reviewed international market reports throughout the journey.He arrived at the office between six twenty and six thirty.He drank black coffee before eight, espresso after lunch, and a single glass of
Last Updated : 2026-07-21 Read more