The boardroom was packed for the Kessler merger vote, tension thick enough to choke on. Nerisa hadn't planned on being there — but the Hartley numbers had become relevant to the deal, and Marla had insisted she present her findings herself.
Nathan sat at the head of the table, unreadable, every inch the CEO who'd built an empire from nothing. He didn't look at her once as she walked in. It hurt more than she expected.
Vivian sat near her father, watching the proceedings with quiet, calculated interest.
Nerisa's presentation went smoothly — clean numbers, clear projections, the kind of work that spoke for itself. But as she finished, one of the board members cleared his throat.
"There've been... concerns," he said carefully, "about undue influence on this analysis. Given Ms. Smith's relationship with our CEO."
The room went silent. Nerisa felt her face heat, humiliation crawling up her spine as every eye turned toward her.
"There is no relationship affecting this data," Nathan said, voice like steel. "Ms. Smith's work speaks for itself. Anyone questioning her competence is questioning mine, since I personally reviewed and approved every figure in that report."
It wasn't quite the acknowledgment she'd hoped for — but it was something, a line drawn in her defense even as he refused to name what actually stood between them.
The vote passed. The merger moved forward. But as the room emptied, Nerisa caught Nathan's eye for the first time all week — and saw something flicker there that looked almost like regret.
She didn't wait around to find out. She walked out first, leaving him staring after her, the space between them wider than it had ever been.