The Henderson boardroom was a shark tank. The air was frigid, the table was polished to a mirror shine, and Julian Thorne was currently staring at me like I was a math equation he was dying to disprove.
Sienna stood beside me, her posture rigid, as I walked through the revised infrastructure strategy. My voice didn't waver. I leaned into the cold, technical precision, dissecting the procurement delay and reassembling it into a solution that was, frankly, brilliant. When I finished, the silence in the room wasn't just anticipation—it was shock.
Julian didn't look at the investors. He looked at me. For three seconds, his gaze was so intense it felt like he was reading my medical records. Then, he turned to the room, his voice a low, chilling drawl. "We’re going with the strategy as pres
