Nara’s POV
I walked beside Noah toward the elevator, my heels clicking on the marble like tiny gunshots. It was awkward.
I didn’t know what to say. Should I thank him? Yell at him? Pretend none of it happened?
Yes — I was grateful. God, was I grateful. The way he’d come in and made that boardroom his personal chessboard? Beautiful. But I was still pissed.
Because I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to wipe that smug look off Derick’s face with my own damn hands. Now, thanks to Noah’s dramatic little hero entrance, that i***t would go around thinking he was right — that I married into the Gold family for influence, and called in the cavalry when things got tough.
The worst part? It stung. Because for a second, I’d almost felt like I needed saving.
Ugh.
“We’re here,” Noah’s voice cut
