The sleek, chrome-accented hall of Sovier Enterprises shimmered under the calculated warmth of the overhead lights. It was the day of the official project launch—a day months in preparation, its success teetering on the delicate balance of politics, profit, and personal undercurrents.
Melisa adjusted the badge clipped to her blazer, the logo of Wynter Solutions stark against the pale fabric. She stood in the corner of the grand conference hall where the joint teams were gathering, the murmurs of mingling employees rising like waves around her.
She had been preparing for this moment.
Their CEO, Mr. Hartwell, had made sure of it, practically shoving her into the task force, thinly veiled under the pretext of her capabilities. Everyone in her department knew what it truly was—a ploy, a card played by a boss who knew she was Mrs. Sovier and planned to milk the invisible connection for all it was worth.
Except no one dared say it out loud.
They didn't need to.
