The following day, the conference room on the thirty-second floor of Ashford Holdings looked less like a place for legal negotiations and more like the sort of room where empires were quietly dismantled over coffee.
Alex sat at one end of the polished obsidian table with her attorney beside her. Her spine was straight and expression cool, though internally she felt as if she were signing away pieces of her soul one clause at a time.
Across from her sat Callan. His had removed his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves to his forearms again. It’s as though he enjoyed making business meetings feel unfairly distracting. His attention remained fixed on the contract in front of him. His jaw was sharp with concentration while his legal team reviewed the final engagement terms projected onto the wa
