Sophia tried, she really did, to pretend she was a functioning adult and not a woman who had performed an unsolicited midnight concert to the heir of Germany’s most terrifying automotive dynasty.
She opened her tablet. She inhaled.She ignored the way Christoph Richter was sitting three seats away like a glacier in a suit.Cold. Enormous. Impossible to ignore.The kind of presence that made your survival instincts whisper, Run.
Alex sat at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, the proud-big-brother expression already forming on his face.
“Alright,” Alex said. “Soph, walk us through the rollout plan.”
She nodded and stood up. “Okay. So. For Elysium Month Two and the Madanunan Valley strategy in general—”
She was on autopilot. Her brain did the talking. Her soul was busy screaming.
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