HE IS NO LONGER A MAN, BUT MY BROKEN LITTLE BOY. My world is built on steel, glass, and absolute control. When Archer Little crawled into my office, I saw the truth written in his trembling hands. He did not want a career. He wanted to be destroyed. I stripped away his name and his dignity before the sun went down. Now he is the shadow at my feet. The board demands a legacy to secure my throne. I will provide an heir, but I will do it without surrendering my power to any man. I have selected a donor to provide the bloodline. Archer will watch every moment of my transition. He will witness another man perform the duty he is too lowly to handle. I will transmute his agony into worship. My empire is unshakable. Archer is no longer a person. He is a tool, a footstool, and a silent witness to my glory. He will spend his days tending to my needs and raising a child that bears no part of him. His erasure is complete. He has found his only salvation in the total loss of himself. He will spend the rest of his life finding his only purpose in the dust beneath my heels.