Valentina POV
By the time the meeting ended, we had made 14 decisions, delayed 3 projects, killed 1 proposal, approved 2 hires, and discovered that Owen had accidentally named an internal diagnostic tool “Little Rat,” which Gabe immediately decided would stay.
The glass walls cleared.
The tension dropped instantly.
Sofia removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Gabe stole the last piece of pastry from the tray someone had brought in. Owen collapsed into a chair like a puppet with its strings cut. Evelyn checked one message, typed four words, and somehow made it look lethal.
I leaned back.
“Good meeting.”
Owen looked up. “Really?”
“No. I said that to emotionally manipulate you.”
His face fell.
I smiled. “Yes, really.”
He exhaled. “I’m never going to get used to you
