Zack's POV
The ballroom was thrilled with hushed conversations, the tap of shoes on the gleaming floor, and the joyful chatter of the attendees. My heart hammered against my ribs. As Leena was in the midst of a discussion with Kara and Lily, her composed facade concealing the storm within. Tonight, she wasn't merely fulfilling her wifely duties; she was being strategic. And so was I.
I was ready to go up to her when I noticed a gentle push at my elbow. I glanced around, spotting a tall, elegantly dressed man with keen, analytical eyes and flawless posture. His suit, as dark as the night, stood out vividly against the sparkling lights of the ballroom. I identified him right away.
"Mr. Davis," I remarked, nodding courteously. "What has brought you here this evening?"
The Managing Direc
