CHAPTER 111 DESPERATE MADELINE

In her mind, her name and purpose were already etched into the woman's memory. She moved with the precision of a chess piece, gliding across the checkerboard floor without hesitation. The elevator doors parted in silent reverence as she entered, pressing the button for Ethan's office with a manicured finger. Her reflection stared back at her from the polished walls, like a queen surveying her kingdom. Like a shark scenting blood, Madeline continued her purposeful stride down the corridor, her gaze fixed on the double oak doors that marked Ethan's domain. The harried PA, a woman barely past her mid-twenties, frantically tried to intercept Madeline's path, blocking her way with an outstretched arm and pleading eyes. “I'm sorry, Ms. Turner,” the PA said, her voice an urgent whisper. “You need an appointment to see the CEO.” Ignoring the PA’s feeble protest, Madeline's gaze hardened to a razor-sharp point. “I am Madeline Turner,” she declared, her voice an icy blade. “Ethan will see me