Chapter 2 The Stranger in the Boardroom

Sterling Enterprises was a massive glass tower that scraped the sky. Five years ago, Zara wouldn't have been allowed through the front doors. Today, the security guards practically tripped over themselves to scan her VIP pass.

She wore a tailored crimson suit that screamed power and a pair of black stilettos that clicked sharply against the marble floors. Every step felt like a drumbeat.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

"They are waiting for us on the top floor, Ms. Vance," Chloe whispered, adjusting her glasses as they stepped into the private executive elevator.

Zara didn't say a word. She just watched the floor numbers tick upward. 48. 49. 50. Her stomach tied itself into a tight knot, but her face remained a perfect, unreadable mask. She had practiced this moment in the mirror a thousand times over the years. She just never thought it would happen today.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.

They walked down a long, quiet hallway lined with expensive modern art. At the end of the hall were two massive oak doors. The boardroom.

Chloe reached out and pushed the doors open.

The room was huge. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city. Ten men and women in expensive suits sat around a long mahogany table, quietly looking over documents.

But Zara didn't see any of them.

Her eyes locked instantly onto the man sitting at the head of the table.

Lucian Sterling.

He looked exactly the same, yet somehow more dangerous. His dark hair was styled perfectly, his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, and his broad shoulders strained against his custom made charcoal suit. He was looking down at his phone, his brow furrowed in that familiar, impatient frown.

"Ah, the representatives from Vance Design have arrived," an older man at the table announced, standing up.

Lucian didn't look up immediately. "Take a seat," he muttered, his voice deep and raspy. "Let's get this over with. I have another meeting at eleven."

Zara stepped fully into the room. The crimson suit caught the morning light.

"I don't think this will take until eleven, Mr. Sterling," Zara said. Her voice was smooth, cool, and perfectly steady.

Lucian froze.

The pen in his hand stopped moving. His head snapped up.

When his dark eyes met hers, all the air seemed to vanish from the massive room. For a split second, Zara saw the ruthless billionaire completely short circuit. His eyes widened. His lips parted slightly. The color drained from his face as he stared at her.

He was looking at the woman he had thrown into the freezing rain five years ago. Only, this wasn't his fragile, weeping maid. This was a queen standing in his boardroom.

"You..." Lucian breathed out. It was barely a whisper, but in the dead silent room, everyone heard it.

"Good morning," Zara said, pulling out the chair directly opposite him. She sat down, crossing her legs elegantly. She didn't break eye contact. "I am Zara Vance, the CEO and founder of Vance Design. I believe we have a merger to discuss."

The other executives looked back and forth between Lucian and Zara, clearly confused by the heavy, suffocating tension suddenly filling the room.

Lucian slowly placed his pen on the table. His hands were actually shaking. He clenched them into fists to hide it. His eyes darted over her face, her hair, her expensive clothes, searching for the broken girl he remembered. He found nothing but ice.

"Zara," he said again, his voice thick with an emotion she couldn't quite place. Was it shock? Anger? Guilt?

"Ms. Vance," Zara corrected him sharply. Her tone left zero room for argument. "We are here for business, Mr. Sterling. Keep it professional, or my team will walk out of that door and take our European contracts to your biggest competitor. Do we understand each other?"

A muscle ticked in Lucian's jaw. He stared at her for a long, agonizing moment. Then, he did something that shocked everyone in the room.

He stood up.

"Everyone," Lucian barked, his eyes never leaving Zara's face. "Get out."

The older executive blinked. "Sir? The presentation"

"I said get out!" Lucian roared, his voice bouncing off the glass walls. "Clear the room. Now."

Within ten seconds, the executives scrambled out the door, dragging Chloe along with them. The heavy oak doors clicked shut.

They were completely alone.