A week after the competition, a sleek, black courier motorcycle with no license plates pulled up to the imposing gates of Thorne Crest. The rider, dressed in a featureless black uniform and a helmet with a tinted visor, handed a single, heavy envelope to the head of security before speeding off into the Hamptons traffic.
Inside Evelyn's study, a sprawling, modern room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Atlantic, her brother Chase handed her the envelope. It was made of thick, cream-colored cardstock, so heavy it felt more like a plaque than a piece of paper. Embossed on the back in stark, minimalist silver was the sigil of Blackwood Industries: a stylized raven with its wings spread.
"Looks like you've got an admirer," Chase said, a teasing note in his voice, though his eyes were wary. He had seen the way Kaelen Blackwood had looked at Evelyn on that stage, a look of intense, predatory focus that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was not the look of a man admiring a student; it was the look of a man who had just identified the most dangerous piece on the chessboard.
Evelyn slit the envelope open with a silver letter opener. The invitation inside was not what she expected. It wasn't a request for a date, a congratulatory note, or an offer for the internship prize she had technically won. It was a formal, engraved business proposal.
"Kaelen Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Industries," she read aloud, her voice neutral, "requests a meeting with the principal stakeholder of the newly acquired 'Shadow Capital' to discuss a potential strategic partnership of mutual interest."



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