Clara
I left the meeting room without looking back. Not because I wanted to avoid something... simply because I didn't need it. The decision had already been made. The signatures would come later, the legal details, the deadlines, the numbers. But the essential, what really mattered, was already ours.
The contract was from Sinclair & Co.
I walked down the hallway with calm steps, holding the folder to my chest as if it were something fragile, even though it wasn't. I wasn't. I felt an inner clarity so clean that I was almost surprised.
No overflowing euphoria, no disbelief. It was a solid, profound certainty.
I had won.
I didn't hear footsteps behind me. I didn't notice any absences. I didn't even record the moment Ethan left the room before me. By the time I walked through the buil
