Evelyn tilted her head slightly, her expression composed.
“I wasn’t aware the company’s code of conduct includes addressing the CEO so… informally.”
Her voice was not loud, yet it carried enough quiet authority to settle between them.
For a brief second, the air shifted.
Then Amelia scoffed, letting out a soft laugh.
“How formal,” she said lightly, though her eyes sharpened.
“You’ll find Sinclair Industries isn’t always that rigid.”
She shifted her weight, crossing one arm loosely.
“I’ve worked with Mr. Sinclair for years,” she continued smoothly. “Some habits tend to stick.”
Evelyn held her gaze, unmoved.
“I see,” she said calmly. “Then you should also know when to maintain them.”
Something flickered across Amelia’s face quickly.
The elevator continued its steady ascent, the
