The grand auditorium of the Municipal City Centre was packed with investors, city officials, and members of the press. Flashbulbs flickered ceaselessly as the selection committee for the landmark coastal development project took their seats on the main stage.
Julian sat in the front row, his designer suit pristine, though sweat glistened along his hairline. Chloe sat beside him, nervously tapping her manicured nails on her handbag.
When the heavy oak doors opened at the rear of the hall, conversations hushed.
Aria walked down the centre aisle, her steps firm and deliberate. She wore a tailored crimson power suit, her head held high. Beside her, Dante moved with effortless authority, his dark gaze sweeping over the crowd before landing cold and sharp on Julian.
Julian leaned toward Chloe, whispering through gritted teeth. "It doesn't matter if she's here. Our proposal uses her best work. We have this project in the bag."
"Next bidder," the head of the city council announced over the microphone. "Julian Corp."
Julian smoothed his tie and strutted up to the podium, projecting a cocky smile toward the panel. "Gentlemen, what I am about to show you is the future of our city’s waterfront: a design of pure, unparalleled innovation."
Aria watched from her seat, a faint, dangerous smile playing on her lips.
Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts, Julian, she thought, leaning back into the chair. You're about to present the trap I set for you.