Eve’s POV
The conference room smelled faintly of roasted coffee and lemon oil polish. It was the first time Eve had seen Rodrigo’s private meeting suite used, normally, Miter handled all negotiations at the front office, over espresso and laughter. But today was different. Today, they were meeting the Mr. Amos McIntire.
Eve smoothed her skirt as she took a seat beside Kamila, who sat tall and serene in a dove-gray dress. Across from them, Oliver poured water into crystal glasses with an easy confidence that betrayed his nerves. He flashed her a small smile before taking his place next to his father.
Mr. McIntire’s presence filled the room. Silver-haired, impeccably dressed, his cuff links glinted under the overhead lights. When he spoke, his voice carried the calm weight of a man who’d
