After last night's events, Aira was running late. As she pushed open the door to the conference room, she braced herself for a scolding. She wasn't new to being targeted—some people were always waiting for her to mess up.
But the room was eerily quiet, almost like a tomb. As she entered, she could feel the palpable relief from the people inside.
Benjamin was sitting at the head of the table, his eyes locked on her.
"Sorry, I—" Aira quickly began to explain.
Benjamin simply raised his hand, cutting her off. "Let's hear your report."
His intense gaze made Aira's knees weak, but she took a deep breath to steady herself before diving into her presentation.
The meeting went smoothly. Lucas, the new designer, lived up to his reputation, immediately spotting the subtle details she'd hidden
