"I think that covers everything, gentlemen."
CEO Damien Thorne turned away from the massive wall-size viewing screen, his composed smile settling on the men seated in front of his desk. "Miss Hollis has already sent out copies of the contract, budget, and projected completion dates to your offices. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes," the convention center director replied with a smirk, leaning forward in his chair. "Where did you find such an efficient assistant? And how can I steal her away from you?"
A low chuckle rumbled in Damien’s chest, his dark, confident gaze sliding toward Briar. "I wouldn’t let her go for a million dollars," he said smoothly.
The room erupted in good-natured laughter. Briar forced a polite smile, though her cheeks burned faintly as she gathered the empty coffe
