Amy Stone
I stare at Kael for a long moment, still processing what he just said.
He wants me to lead the project? To stand in front of the board, present the city files, and represent the company as if I were born for it?
For a second, I forget how to breathe.
“Wait… you want me to lead the presentation?” I ask, my voice a mix of disbelief and nervous laughter.
Kael leans back against his desk, arms crossed, eyes glinting with quiet certainty. “Yes. You’ve been working on this plan for weeks. You know every angle, every potential investor. I trust you, Amy.”
I blink, almost convinced I heard him wrong. “You trust me?”
A small, amused smile curves his lips. “Was that so hard to believe?”
“It’s not that,” I murmur, still dazed. “It’s just… no one’s ever handed me something this big b
