"The department servers are running slow," Gabriel said, his deep, rumbling baritone cutting through the quiet. He leaned over the table, inspecting our progress with the critical eye of a ruthless perfectionist. "Mr. Harrison is checking the data integrity profiles tonight. If there is even a single fraction of a percentage mismatch between our sectors, the system will flag it."
I instinctively swallowed hard, my shoulders stiffening under his intense scrutiny. Gabriel’s standards were legendary, and his aura as a top-tier alpha meant that when he was displeased, the entire room felt the suffocating weight of it. I found myself holding my breath, terrified that he would find a flaw in my newly formatted charts.
But as I looked across the table, I watched Lyra seamlessly pull up a fresh
