Taylor stood at the head of the long, glass-paneled conference table, a presentation remote trembling ever so slightly in his hand.
His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, yet it felt suffocating as beads of sweat formed along his brow.
He had been the man who conquered boardrooms, sealed deals with not much more than his charisma and guile, but today was different.
Today, Nicole's searing gaze from across the table shook his confidence in ways he never thought possible.
The moment he spoke, his voice betrayed him-a slight c***k that he promptly tried to cover with a cough. He fumbled through the slides now, his characteristic poise compromised by this deluge of memories.
Nicole's unrelenting gaze was like looking into his mirror of memories, mirroring every failur
