Preston Montgomery leaned down over the mahogany conference table, his shadow falling across Dame Beatrice like a predatory bird. A cruel, calculating glint danced in his eyes as he offered a smile that didn't reach his face.
"I truly believe Serena Montgomery is the most suitable candidate for this negotiation, Grandmother," Preston said, his voice dripping with feigned sincerity. "She has that... delicate touch. Perhaps the new President of Zenith Media is tired of aggressive corporate types. A woman’s perspective might be exactly what the Montgomery family needs to break the ice."
Dame Beatrice doted on Preston; his word was practically law in her eyes. She leaned back in her high-backed chair, her sharp gaze shifting toward Serena. After a moment of silence that felt like an eternity
