What It Would Take
Marcus’s POV
I stayed in the office long after the board meeting ended.
The Second Skin deck was still open on my laptop. I had closed it twice and opened it again both times, as if the credits page might rearrange itself if I looked hard enough. It did not. Daniel’s name sat at the top in a clean, confident type. Hers remained at the bottom, smaller, almost apologetic.
I had asked in the room. I had made them look at her for half a second. It was not enough. It had never been enough.
I pulled up the internal staffing files for the design division at headquarters. Open roles. Upcoming projects. Transfer protocols. I usually let Sandra take care of things like this, but tonight I did it myself. I didn't want to leave anything to chance.
There was a senior design pos
