~Hermes~
"Should I inform the team leaders to come—" she starts, but I lift a finger to cut her off.
"Don’t."
I asked for this, now I have to sit in it.
"There’s still time. Let’s not rush them," I mutter, finally taking a seat.
She nods politely. "You’re right, Mr. Grande. Why don’t I review the slides I prepared while we wait?"
Her voice is smooth and that unfamiliar tone again.
Why is she acting different?
She’s watching me, waiting for answer, but I can’t handle that right now.
"Okay," I nod weakly, turning to my phone.
But then I raise my gaze just as the projector whirs to life, casting light across the room and illuminating the first slide.
But I don’t look at the screen, instead I look at her.
She’s tapping her tablet, focused, and composed, and then it happens.
In my
