The next morning I stood outside Sinclair Capital again, the folder with my handwritten counter-terms tucked under my arm like a shield. The city felt louder today. Horns blaring. People rushing past with purpose. I took a deep breath and walked through the glass doors. Security remembered me, and Lena greeted me with the same professional smile, leading me straight to Noah’s office.
He stood when I entered, just like last time. Dark suit. Steel-gray eyes that studied me with that same measured focus. The office still felt sparse and minimal, with only one photo on the side table that I still couldn't make out. He gestured to the chair.
“Jasmine. You came back quickly. I will take that as a good sign.”
I sat down and placed the folder on the desk between us. “I thought about your propos
