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Chapter 18 - The Reflection in the GlassLate that night, after the gala concluded and the guests had all departed, Victoria stood alone in her private penthouse office in the Whitmore Tower.

She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out over the sparkling lights of San Francisco.

Her reflection in the glass was sharp, calm, and luminous.

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She remembered the night of the Founders’ Gala—the shock in the room, the sour taste of Khloe’s reckless toast, the betrayal of a marriage she had invested twelve years of her life into building. It felt like a lifetime ago, played out in black and white on a distant television screen.

She had survived the fire. She had cleansed the system. She had reclaimed her destiny.

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