The glass-and-steel monolith of Quantrix Corporation swallowed Flynn Dominic met Sienna’s gaze and offered a small, private smile—one that carried an inexplicable weight of authority. "Trust yourself, Sienna," he said, his voice steady. "You’ve spent three years carrying the weight of this family. A simple contract negotiation is nothing compared to that. I’ll be right here when you walk out as a victor."
Sienna turned away, her heart hammering against her ribs. She felt as though she were stepping into a dream, or perhaps a trap. Yet, an hour later, when she emerged from the soundproofed sanctuary of the executive suite, the world looked entirely different. The air felt lighter; the floor beneath her feet seemed to hum with the electricity of success. She clutched a leather-bound folder
