Sarah's POV
Roasted herb chicken, glazed carrots, and buttery asparagus filled the air with rich aromas. I sat in my usual place, my portfolio from the meeting rested beside my plate, pages neatly organized.
Adrian occupied the head of the table, while Eleanor presided at the opposite end.
Eleanor’s fork paused mid-air. Her sharp eyes fixed on me instantly. “Sarah… you haven't told us how the meeting went with Mrs. Carla. Or are we supposed to licl your feet before you start talking.”
I sighed. “The meeting with Carla Ruiz went very well today. She presented a detailed proposal for the art therapy pilot program.”
She lifted her head a little, taking a bite from her food. “Did it? Do tell us everything, Sarah. Leave nothing out. We wouldn’t want any... oversights.”
I nodded, unfolding
