Undercurrents of the Chief

Nathaniel Blake, the head of Shengheng Capital, was a man before whom no one in the entire financial district dared breathe too loudly. He was shrewd and cold, like a scalpel of unerring precision. But no one knew he was slowly losing his eyesight. Vivienne Ashcroft was the most inconspicuous analyst in the company—and the online singer he had been anonymously tipping for half a year. That night, she doubled back to the office to retrieve a forgotten file and caught Nathaniel Blake alone in his office, stripped of all his armor. From then on, the taut string between them began to tremble beyond control. The next morning at a coffee shop meeting, Vivienne Ashcroft showed up with a knife wound on her arm and dark circles from a sleepless night. Nathaniel Blake's...