Olivia Westview
The meeting resumed with a finality that felt thrilling and bittersweet.
The senior partner from the legal team stood at the head of the table, flipping through the last few pages of the contract as he spoke.
“This marks a monumental moment for both companies,” he declared, his voice steady and authoritative. “As of this signing, Bennett Enterprises will officially become part of Sinclair Industries.”
A polite round of applause rippled through the room, but I barely heard it. I glanced across the table at James, watching me with a quiet, confident smile.
“Ms. Westview,” the lawyer’s voice cut through my thoughts, “if you could add your signature here as a witness.”
I stood, smoothing my skirt as I walked to the end of the table. James was already there, pen in hand,
