Elena's POV
When I met Mr. Clarke in the lobby, his smile was too smooth.
His eyes scanned me like he was searching for a secret.
He handed me a sealed envelope.
No return address.
No explanation.
Just my name, written in familiar handwriting.
I felt the weight of it in my hands.
"Who let him in?" I asked, voice low but sharp.
The security guard shifted on his feet. "I'm sorry, ma'am. He kept saying it was urgent, that you'd want to see him. I told him to leave, but he wouldn't. So I followed him. Thought I'd control the situation."
I stared at him a beat too long.
He looked away.
I turned back toward the elevator, envelope still in my hand. It felt heavier now.
Once in my office, I closed the door and sat down slowly.
The handwriting on the front was unmistakable.
I opened it carefully.
One sheet.
No name. No signature.
Just a typed message:
> "You've built your kingdom, little queen. Let's see how well it burns."
My hands froze.
