Third Person POV
Crandon Morgan stood the moment the double doors opened, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he walked forward to greet the man of the hour. “Mayor Rogers,” he said with a firm nod, extending his hand.
“Crandon,” Mayor Stanley Rogers replied, returning the shake with equal strength.
The mayor was flanked by two members of his team, both suited, both serious. But it was Stanley who commanded the room. His presence was undeniable—every step he took from the entrance to the head of the long glass table was calculated and smooth. As he walked, he made it a point to shake every hand in the room.
His hand lingered slightly longer when it reached Sienna’s.
“Miss Carter,” he said with a slow smile, his thumb brushing her knuckles just barely before he let go. Sienna gave a po
