He looked dashing in a tailored navy-blue suit, white shirt open at the collar, and dark sunglasses. His team tailed behind him, dressed in tailored black suits, tablets in hand.
I turned to Mr. Martins. “Notify the legal advisor and project manager. The meeting’s in the executive boardroom.” He nodded and left.
I hurried to the extra room and adjusted my blazer, smoothed a hand over my hair, and took a steadying breath. My reflection in the glass caught my eye—composed, professional, and calm, even though my heart was thumping in my throat.
Alec Rivera was here.
With one last glance at my reflection, I stepped out of my office, just as Alec and his team walked into the hallway.
“Good day. I'm Mabel Parker.” I held out my hand.
Alec smiled and removed his glasses. “Hello, I'm Alec Ri
