Adele
“I love this,” Rafe said, his eyes still fixed on me. He didn’t even bother to glance at the presentation anymore.
Beside me, my boss smiled broadly and nodded. “I’m glad you like the plan, Mr. Blackthorn,” he said, his voice a little too eager, as if he was afraid the approval might disappear if he blinked.
“We can begin working on the execution immediately,” Gerald added quickly, “or I could come by another time so we can go through the finer details together.”
I resisted the urge to sigh. When this pitch began, he had been ready to hand the project over to me completely. Now that I had finally convinced the client to work with us, he suddenly wanted to take control again.
Rafe leaned back in his chair, calm and unbothered. “I would like Miss Adele to stay behind and work on t
