Lena’s POV
The boardroom is still buzzing when the applause finally dies down, a chaotic symphony of brilliant, innovative, groundbreaking ricocheting off the glass walls like fireworks. Hands reach across the mahogany table—firm shakes, pats on the back, smiles that feel genuine for once. My pulse is a wild drumline, cheeks flushed hot, but it’s the good kind of burn, the kind that screams I did it. I just salvaged a trainwreck and turned it into a masterpiece. Sebastian’s gaze locks on mine from the head of the table, dark eyes smoldering with something deeper than approval—pride, raw and unfiltered, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. My stomach flips, heat pooling low. God, that look.
Sienna stands beside me, emerald dress hugging every curve, smile plastered on like it’s super
