—Mabel—
“Everyone is seated in the boardroom. They're waiting for you,” Mr. Martins announced.
I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, hands folded, staring across the aerodynamic testing field.
It was Tuesday morning—another day to chase the future and the fortune that came with it.
But my mind was still fogged by the weekend’s chaos.
The way he held me, the way his eyes lingered on mine, and the quiet conviction in his voice when he told me he'd spent six years looking for me.
I let out a breath and turned to Mr. Martins, waiting by the door.
“Please, lead the way.”
We left my office and made our way to the boardroom, where the team was already waiting around the mahogany table.
The meeting was a routine review of feedback from last week's inspections, a few cha
