Dante’s POV
The air in the conference room was thin, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with corporate restructuring and everything to do with the woman sitting in the center of it.
I leaned back in my leather chair, steepling my fingers together as I watched her.
Kate sat with a posture that would have made a queen look slouchy, her back was steel-straight, her hands folded calmly in her lap, and her eyes, those blue eyes that had looked so lost just weeks ago, were now sharp, calculating, and fixed directly on me.
She wasn't intimidated.
Most candidates crumbled the moment they walked through these doors to face the Board. They stammered, they sweated, they tried too hard to impress the billionaire CEO who held their careers in his palm.
But Kate? She looked like she b
