2026-04-06 09:56:25CHAPTER 7: STILL WATERS
POV: Vivian Shen
"You're doing it again."
I looked up from my champagne glass. Lance was watching me with that easy, assembled smile, the one that never quite reached the back of his eyes. Around us the banquet hall hummed with the particular energy of expensive people performing for each other, chandeliers throwing warm light across silk and tailored shoulders and carefully constructed expressions.
"Doing what?" I said.
"Thinking about something that isn't this room." He tilted his head slightly. "Or someone."
I took a small sip of champagne and let my gaze drift across the hall with the practiced ease of someone who had attended enough of these events to move through them on autopilot. "I'm here, Lance. Completely."
"Of course you are." He smiled wider and held out his arm. "Then let me introduce you to someone. Chen Wei, head of procurement for the eastern division of Group A. He's standing near the far column and he's been looking this way for the last ten minutes."
I set my glass down and took his arm.
This was what I was here for. Not my mother's phone call. Not Tyler's voice climbing an octave over the line. Not the image I couldn't stop constructing in my head of Ethan standing outside some hotel with a woman whose bodyguards called her boss, looking apparently like he had never spent a single day in a detention cell at all.
Not that.
This.
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Chen Wei was exactly the kind of man these events produced in large quantities. Late fifties, confident in the particular way that came from decades of people laughing at his jokes first and asking questions later, with the handshake of someone who had decided a long time ago that first impressions were a form of warfare.
"Ms. Shen." He took my hand and held it a beat longer than necessary. "I've been hoping for an introduction all evening. Your company's recent infrastructure proposal was bold. Genuinely bold. Not many CEOs your age would take that kind of position in this climate."
"Thank you," I said. "I believe the climate rewards conviction more than caution right now. The numbers support it."
His eyebrows went up slightly. Good. I had learned a long time ago that the fastest way to earn respect in a room like this was to say the thing they expected you to soften and say it plainly instead.
Lance stepped in smoothly beside me. "Chen Wei, I've been telling Ms. Shen that a preliminary conversation with Group A could be mutually transformative. Her expansion timeline aligns almost perfectly with your eastern division's current gap."
Chen Wei's eyes moved between us. Something shifted in them, a small recalibration. "You two are here together?"
"Business partners," I said.
"Of course." He smiled again, but it had changed shape slightly. "Well. I would certainly be open to a conversation. Though I should be honest with you, Ms. Shen. The final word on any new collaboration this quarter sits with our CEO. And she tends to be..." He paused, choosing. "Selective."
"Then we'll make sure the proposal is worth her attention," I said.
He nodded, promised to follow up, shook Lance's hand, and moved away into the crowd.
Lance turned to me the moment he was gone, satisfaction already settling across his face. "That's the door opening. I told you tonight would work."
"It's a conversation," I said. "Not a deal."
"Yet." He reached over and adjusted the stem of my champagne glass on the table beside me, a small, proprietary gesture that I noticed and said nothing about. "I know how to move from a door to a room, Vivian. Trust me. By the end of tonight, Group A will be exactly where we need them."
I smiled because the situation required one.
He was probably right. That was the honest truth of it. Lance Whitmore knew how to work a room the way certain people knew how to read weather, instinctively, efficiently, with an accuracy that was almost impressive. In the three months since we had begun discussing this potential collaboration, he had opened doors I had been standing outside for years.
I just could not shake the feeling that every door he opened had a price on the other side that he hadn't mentioned yet.
"Excuse me a moment," I said.
I crossed the hall toward the terrace, nodding at two board members as I passed, keeping my face arranged into the expression that said everything was precisely as intended. The terrace doors opened into cool air and the distant sound of the city below, and I let out a slow breath that I had apparently been holding for the better part of an hour.
My phone was in my hand before I consciously decided to reach for it.
I told myself I was checking emails.
I was looking at Ethan's contact name. Still saved the same way it had been for three years, no title, no label. Just Ethan. I had not changed it this morning after I left the prison and I had not changed it tonight and I was not going to examine what that meant.
I put the phone away.
He had signed the papers. He had refused the money. He had asked for a pendant and said they were done and walked away without looking back, and then apparently walked straight into the arms of a woman with bodyguards and an entourage and a hotel staff that called her boss.
That was none of my business.
He was none of my business.
I straightened my jacket and turned back toward the doors.
Through the glass I could see Lance crossing the room toward someone new, working the space between tables with that fluid, confident ease of his, stopping to laugh at exactly the right moment, touching an arm at exactly the right moment. He was good at this. He was very good at this.
I watched him lean toward an older gentleman near the bar and say something that made the man's expression shift from neutral into interested, and I found myself wondering, not for the first time, what exactly Lance Whitmore wanted from a collaboration with Group B badly enough to spend three months cultivating it.
People like Lance did not invest this much in something without a return they had already calculated.
The terrace door opened behind me.
"Ms. Shen."
I turned. Nina was standing in the doorway, tablet in hand, reading glasses pushed up on her forehead. She had that look she wore when something had come in that she wasn't sure how to categorize.
"What is it?"
"The Group A CEO." She paused. "Apparently she's attending tonight after all. Changed her schedule last minute." Nina glanced down at her tablet. "Her team just confirmed. She arrives in twenty minutes."
Something shifted in the air.
Twenty minutes.
I looked back through the glass at Lance, still working the room, still smiling, completely unaware.
"Tell me everything we know about her," I said.
Nina hesitated for exactly one second.
"That's the thing, Ms. Shen. Almost nobody knows anything about her. She keeps a very low profile." She looked up "Except her name. Zara Quinn."
The name meant nothing to me.
Not yet.
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