The room buzzed with low murmurs of post-meeting conversation. Elizabeth sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the door through which Lisa Moore had just exited.
There was something magnetic about the woman—her confidence, intelligence, and the way she commanded attention without effort. It was rare to come across someone who left such a strong impression.
“She’s good,” Elizabeth said, turning to Miguel, who was seated beside her at the conference table.
Miguel glanced up from his notes, his expression neutral. “Who?”
“Lisa Moore,” Elizabeth replied, gesturing toward the door. “I really liked the proposal from Moore Enterprises. And the way she presented it—with confidence and intelligence—gave her an edge over the others.”
Miguel leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re not wron
