Serena took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure as she slid her phone back into her purse.
The conversation with Emma still lingered in her mind, but she couldn’t afford to let it affect this meeting. Not now. Not when the success of this deal depended on her ability to stay composed.
When she turned back, Phillippe Smith was watching her with a knowing smirk, his green eyes filled with amusement.
He leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass, his posture completely at ease.
“Something wrong, ma chérie?” he asked smoothly, tilting his head as he studied her.
Serena exhaled, giving him a tight smile as she took her seat. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Phillippe chuckled, setting his glass down. “Of course. A woman like you is always in control, no?”
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