"Thank you for coming today, Mr. Albert Mittenaire and Miss Ciara Mendez. Let's start the meeting so that we can proceed with the contract signing." Galen Rochester's voice, a low baritone, echoed through the conference room.
Ciara braced herself. This was it. The moment of truth. The moment she had been dreading, the moment she had been secretly fearing. She had a feeling this meeting wouldn't be a simple contract signing.
A shiver ran down her spine as she met Galen's s gaze. His eyes, once warm and friendly, were now cold and calculating, like those of a predator sizing up its prey. She couldn't read him, couldn't decipher the emotions swirling behind those icy blue eyes.
"I'm sure you've both worked hard on the campaign," Galen continued, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm
