“But,” I continued, stronger now, “none of those flaws are fatal. They can all be corrected. And the fact that they can be corrected, quickly and thoroughly, is proof of Quinn Group’s adaptability. Our determination.” I shot back at him fearlessly.
Something sharp glinted in his gaze. His lips curved, not in mockery this time, but in a cool amusement. “You’re bold,” he murmured. “Bold enough to think you can push a flawed project across my desk and still expect cooperation.” He said to me, looking amused.
I leaned forward slightly, refusing to look away. “Bold enough to believe the strength of a plan isn’t in perfection, but in its capacity to adapt. You wanted me to face your scrutiny? I’m facing it.” I threw back at him, not willing to step down.
The silence stretched again, b
