Lily Thompson
I haven’t worked in enough boardrooms but I know when someone’s faking authority. The firm grip on a glass of water, the overly relaxed shoulder lean, the way they fill a room with just enough noise to not be suspicious.
But what I hadn’t figured out until now was that Theo… wasn’t the one running the show.
Not really.
I watched from my desk, eyes flicking up beneath the soft curve of my lashes as Ryan swept through the Denzol office like he owned the place. Because maybe… maybe he did.
Theo had asked me to deliver the quarterly breakdowns to his office that morning, but when I walked in, he wasn’t alone. Ryan was sitting behind the desk. His desk.
He wasn’t fiddling with a pen. He wasn’t checking emails. He was giving orders. Quiet ones, low ones. Ones that made Theo n
