Chapter 33
The meeting had dragged on longer than expected. Numbers. Deadlines. Too many voices talking at once. But none of that mattered when she caught the look in Damian’s eyes. He had barely spoken. Barely moved. But he was watching her. Again. Now the boardroom was empty. People filtered out with muttered goodbyes and shuffling papers. Damian stood by the window, silent, unmoving, as the door clicked shut behind the last executive. She stayed in her chair, pretending to go over her notes. “Rhea,” he said. Her name in his voice—low and direct—stopped her hands cold. “Yes?” “We need to discuss the Camden merge strategy. The internal projections don’t align with what you presented.” She looked up. “They do. You just haven’t seen the adjusted consumer trend breakdown.” “Then show me.” Hi
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