|Casmira's POV|
"So? How did it go?"
I grin as I watch Emily walking into the room, adjusting her glasses as Draven and I share a drink in the seating lounge in silence.
I stretch my legs out, letting the tension in my muscles ease as Emily strides toward us, eyes sharp with curiosity. Draven sits beside me, his posture relaxed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
"So? How did it go?" Emily demands, planting her hands on her hips.
I exchange a glance with Draven before smirking. "Better than expected. Roland and Donovan threw everything they had at us, but Draven shut them down like a pro. The board was practically swooning over him by the end of it."
Emily lets out a relieved sigh, sinking into the armchair across from us. "Thank God. I had at least three different damage-con
