Lana's heels echoed across the polished floor of the boardroom as she stepped inside, a few minutes before the scheduled meeting. She took her usual seat at the end of the table, her Mirelle portfolio already open, filled with neatly annotated pages. Her eyes, however, weren’t on the documents. They were on Artemis.
He stood near the head of the table, speaking in a low voice to Silas Fenn, who looked far too smug for someone supposedly on their side. Lana didn’t miss the quick glance Silas gave her before returning to his hushed exchange with Artemis. Something about that man made her skin crawl.
When the meeting began, Artemis launched into the proposal like a seasoned strategist. The plan sounded ambitious—merging Luxe Kitten and Mirelle under a joint umbrella, using Vienna as the hub
