The moment Mirena announced the position, the air in the office shifted.
Julian arched a brow, genuine interest flickering in his sharp gaze. He didn’t mask it, didn’t bother hiding the faint spark of surprise that crossed his face before it was replaced by something more calculating.
“Chief Financial Officer,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “A bold choice.”
Mirena leaned back slightly in her chair, posture relaxed and expression unreadable.
“But don’t you think,” Julian continued, fingers steepled together, “that you’re being a little too bold?”
“If I thought so,” Mirena replied smoothly, meeting his gaze without blinking, “I wouldn’t be asking, would I?”
For a solid second, Julian stared at her.
It wasn’t the look of a man offended by audacity. It was the l
