Dominic
The Sterling Industries boardroom hadn't changed. Same mahogany table that cost more than most cars. Same floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. Same nervous executives clutching their reports.
But something had changed. Me.
"Sir, your 9 AM merger meeting is starting, and—" James stopped mid-sentence, staring. "Are you... humming 'Baby Shark'?"
I cleared my throat quickly. The twins' morning playlist had a way of sticking in your head. "Just reviewing quarterly reports."
James pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sir, with all due respect, you're acting like a teenager in love. And speaking of love..." He pointedly eyed my left hand. "The ring needs to go."
I glanced down at my wedding band, still getting used to its weight. "What about it?"
"The board is staring." He n
