Chapter 34
The conference room buzzed with low chatter as executives took their seats. Coffee cups clinked gently against ceramic saucers, and sleek folders were opened with practiced ease. But Rhea barely noticed any of it. Her attention was on the man just walking in. Nathaniel Hart. He was tall, clean-cut, mid-thirties, with the kind of polished presence that came from old money and private education. One of the company's newer investors. Well-spoken, strategic, and dangerously charming. She had only met him once, briefly, but even then, she caught the way he had looked at her. Like he wanted to see what she looked like without all the armor. Today, he chose the seat beside her. "Ms. Blackwell," he said, voice smooth, eyes sharp. "Glad to finally sit in on one of your meetings. I've been heari
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