Amara's POV
The office had turned into an actual party by the time we got back from the boardroom; someone had ordered champagne, and someone else had raided the good glasses from the executive kitchen instead of the usual plastic cups.
By eight o'clock, half the deal team was still there, loosened up on relief and alcohol, retelling the Dresden takedown with increasingly exaggerated details.
"I heard you called him incompetent to his face," one of the junior analysts said, eyes wide.
"I did not call him incompetent."
"That's not what Clara's telling people."
"Clara is exaggerating for effect."
"Clara," Clara said, appearing with two fresh glasses, "is telling the objectively correct version of events, thank you."
Fabian, thoroughly overstimulated by an office full of adults celebr
