DANTE:
If I didn't know this was all fake, I would've believed every word. Hell, I almost believed it anyway.
And that was the problem.
She was too good at this. Too convincing. Which meant I had no idea where the performance ended and the real Cinnamon began.
Did she have any tells? Any cracks in the facade?
I stepped into the room. "Did I miss anything important?"
Every head turned. Cinnamon's gaze found mine, something flickering in her expression before she smiled. "Just telling everyone our origin story."
Mrs. Hartley leaned forward, hands folded in her lap, expression assessing. "I heard your company is among the thousands showing interest in purchasing land here in Meadowbrook."
Finally. Business.
I opened my mouth, ready to take control of the conversation. Lay out the pro
