Martin’s Point of View;
The meeting had gone better than expected despite Rachel’s interruption, despite the slow unraveling of my patience, we secured the investors. That particular group had been circling for months—lukewarm and indecisive, watching Knight Enterprises like vultures circling prey. If we had not impressed them today, they would have gone to Thorne.
To Logan.
The thought alone made my jaw tighten.
So when Haylee spoke, I was still sitting with my hands clasped, trying to steady the adrenaline.
“You handled that well,” she said. “Didn’t even flinch,” she added.
Just seven words. No praise, no flattery, just quiet acknowledgment that was honest and direct. It caught me off guard. Of all people, it was her voice that made my mind settle. Not the congratulatory handshake
