Kenna
That morning, I arrived at the hotel nearly thirty minutes early. I didn't go straight into the conference room. Instead, I settled into a lounge chair near the glass wall with a cup of coffee, watching the city wake up in slow motion.
My assistant stood beside me, tablet in hand. "Ms. Kenna, the representatives from Crescent Holdings will arrive shortly," she said. "They've confirmed the contract is ready for signing."
I took a slow sip of coffee, letting the warmth settle before answering. "We'll see whether they deserve it."
Because what Damian had told me last night still hadn't fully left my mind.
Elara, the girl who had been quietly doing the work while everyone else prepared to take credit for it.
And worse—the way she had been treated after.
My coffee c
