The LUXE feature was finalized by noon.
Sloane spent the rest of the afternoon fine-tuning every detail, ensuring that the photoshoot, the interviews, and the entire narrative would be flawless. This was more than just another power move, this was the defining moment.
By the time she returned to the penthouse that evening, she was exhausted but satisfied.
She stepped inside, slipping off her heels, rolling the tension from her shoulders. The space was quiet, dimly lit, except for the faint glow of the city spilling in through the massive windows.
And then she heard it.
A low clink of glass.
Her gaze flickered toward the bar, where Vincent stood, sleeves rolled up, drink in hand, watching her like he had been waiting all night.
"Long day?" His voice was smooth, effortless.
"Productive." Sloane exhaled, walking toward the bar.
Vincent poured another drink and slid it toward her. "To victory, then?"
"To inevitability." She lifted the glass, clinking it against his.
