The soft hum of conversation filled the private dining room as Orion Black leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping restlessly against his phone. The meeting had been a success, but the air around the table remained thick with unspoken tension.
Silverware clinked against fine china, yet the discussion still revolved around contracts and deadlines—until Lucia Bentley’s melodic voice cut through the businesslike atmosphere.
"Why don’t we enjoy the meal first?" she suggested, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Business can wait. Indigestion, on the other hand, is not so patient."
A ripple of laughter followed, easing some of the stiffness in the room. The men exchanged glances, realizing the wisdom in her words, and finally allowed themselves to relax—though Orion’s dark exp
