"The scene in the boardroom," Maya said, tapping the monitor. "I don't want you to look 'graceful.' I want you to look dangerous."

Evelyn smiled. "I haven't felt graceful in years, Maya. Dangerous I can do."

The silver screen didn't flicker for Evelyn anymore; it glowed with the steady, seasoned light of a woman who had outlasted every "ingenue" expiration date the industry tried to set. At sixty-two, Evelyn Vance was no longer the girl in the background of a romance; she was the architect of the drama.