"Are we ready?" Tyler asked, fixing the cufflinks on his fitted suit.
His voice was calm, controlled.. exactly the way he wanted to seem before Deracorp.
His dark gray suit was precisely pressed, the silk tie fastened just tight enough, and his black shoes polished to a mirror shine.
He looked the part of a man in control.
Melanie hovered by the doorway, clipboard in hand, her lean figure clothed in a smart navy-blue dress that fitted her frame just enough to draw eyes but still remained professional.
She provided a slight nod, glancing over a few papers. "Everything’s set. The documents are all in order, and they’re expecting you in the next ten minutes."
Tyler gazed at her momentarily, noting how composed she seemed.
It was her second day, but Melanie already walked around th
