Back in the Game
It was just another Monday—boardroom, coffee, dealmaking—when the door opened and Lex looked up from a financial report to find a ghost.
Muri.
Hair longer. Expression sharper. Dressed like power incarnate.
Walking in behind a grinning, tanned man in an expensive suit.
"Lex," the man said. "Meet my daughter. Muri Winters. She'll be heading up the design team for our joint project."
Lex stood too fast.
Their eyes locked.
Shock. Fire. Something dangerous and unsaid.
"Pleasure," she said smoothly, holding out her hand.
He took it, grip tight. "Didn't see that coming."
She smiled with zero warmth. "Let's just say I've been busy."
Lex forced a smile, but inside? He was reeling.
Because Muri Winters wasn't just back in his life.
She was here to play on his field—and maybe, just maybe, to burn it down.