Moving in together was nothing more than a strategic move. That was the story Sloane kept repeating in her mind as she stepped out of the black Rolls-Royce in front of the Saint-Clair penthouse.
She had handled mergers worth billions, secured deals that others thought impossible, and outmaneuvered the most powerful men in the industry. This would be no different.
Yet, as she stood before the grand entrance of what was now her new residence, she felt something unfamiliar curling in her chest.
Annoyance.
Not at the situation, but at Vincent.
Because once again, he had flipped the game on her before she could anticipate his move.
The doorman greeted her with a polite nod before pushing open the towering glass doors. Inside, the lobby was pristine, its black marble floors gleaming under the soft lighting. The staff moved efficiently, already briefed about her arrival.
