The days after that night blurred into a frenzy of damage control and double-checking every detail.
Elias and I barely spoke about the email some anonymous asshole from the rival firm trying to rattle us, but we patched the leak, fortified the pitch, and presented like our lives depended on it.
Turns out, they kind of did.
When the call came in that afternoon, confirming we'd snagged the waterfront redevelopment contract, the office erupted. Cheers echoed down the halls, high-fives slapped across cubicles, and Elias pulled me into a quick, professional hug that lingered just a beat too long, his breath hot against my ear.
'We did it, Zoe. Couldn't have without you.'
By evening, the company lounge on the main floor transformed into party central. String lights draped the bar area, a
