Amara’s POV
I was very happy the presentation went well because I had been feeling very nervous since yesterday that I couldn’t sleep properly. I walked back to where my position is at the staff office, still trying to calm my racing heart, my fingers slightly cold from the leftover tension.
“Miss Amara,” the team leader called out. I turned towards him, forcing myself to stay composed.
“First of all, congratulations on winning the manager over. He loved your pitch so much that he asked to work with you on it, and regarding your extra payment, we’ll—”
“Wait, what…” I couldn’t let him finish, my heart skipping a beat at what I thought I just heard.
“You don’t want to be paid extra?” he asked, confused, slightly frowning.
“Of course I do. What did you say about the Mr Adrian thing? I
