Sienna’s POV
The restaurant was quiet in that expensive way. Soft music floated in the background and the faint clinking of cutlery filled the spaces in between. I sat across from one of our partners, his face lit with satisfaction as he scanned the last page of the contract. My assistant sat quietly at my side, her tablet open, fingers ready to type whatever notes I might throw her way.
When I pressed the pen against the paper and signed my name, I felt the usual rush of victory. I slid the document across the table for him to sign and leaned back in my chair, allowing myself a small, practiced smile.
That was when my phone buzzed on the table. The name flashing on the screen pulled my attention immediately. One of our directors, the same man who stood in on behalf of the Knights at th
