POV: Sloane
Nathan called again. His voice sounded too calm. “Sloane, it’s been a while. I wanted to invite you to my gala next week. It’s for innovation and rebuilding trust in science.”
I stayed silent for a moment. “You think people still trust you enough to attend?”
He sighed. “People forget faster than they forgive. But I’m rebuilding. You should come. You’ll meet global investors.”
“I’m not coming to rescue your reputation,” I said.
“You don’t need to. Just come and talk about yours,” he said softly.
I hesitated. “Fine. I’ll come. But keep Adrian’s name out of your mouth.”
“I learned that the hard way,” he said before ending the call.
That evening, I told Gabriel. He frowned. “Nathan again? He was Adrian’s puppet six months ago.”
“I know,” I said. “But this is business. I c
