Lana’s POV
The boardroom at Sterling & Co. was a cold masterpiece of luxury. Leather chairs, glass walls, and a table so polished it reflected every doubt I’d buried for weeks. Artemis sat at the head, stoic, untouchable. That pen between his fingers—it wasn’t just poised to sign a contract. It was about to sign away everything we built.
I pushed through the doors, Julian at my side, and all I could think was: Let him see me. Let him feel it.
“Stop the signing,” I said, my voice steady, louder than I expected. Gasps followed like an aftershock.
William Hartley moved first. “Excuse me, this is a closed meeting—”
“I’m not here to ask permission,” I cut in, my heels clicking with every step I took toward Artemis. “I’m here to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life.”
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