She didn’t believe for a second that he’d come to offer her an easy way out—he simply wanted to hand the project over to Millie, nothing more.
Danielle folded her arms across her chest and slowly lifted her gaze, voice dripping with mockery. “Why don’t you just admit you’re worried your precious darling might lose?”
With that, she spun on her heel and walked away without another word.
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She’d barely set foot in Ninesky when Gian strode over, his face set in grim lines.
He slapped a tablet down on her desk, the screen already open to a news feed. “We’ve got a problem.”
Danielle paused for a beat. “What happened?”
She snatched up the tablet and scrolled through the headlines.
Last night, after a round of heavy drinking with their potential partners, the very same clients they’d courted had gone straight to AetherX Dynamics and locked in a contract. It was clear—the deal had been snatched right from under their noses.
She remembered how the partners had seemed so open, even enthusiastic, over dinner. But this was a major contract—direct government collaboration, with big players and ample backing.
Danielle’s grip tightened on the tablet. She looked up at Gian. “Did you ask the partners what happened?”
Gian’s eyes were dark and stormy. “They said it doesn’t matter who holds the contract, since we’re all supposed to be working together with AetherX Dynamics.”
Danielle let out a bitter laugh, tossing the tablet onto the desk. “Of course.”
No wonder Alexander had shown up outside the kindergarten that morning, telling her to ‘know her limits.’ He’d been waiting for her to fall into this trap.
Their opponents had moved fast—lightning fast. And last night, when the partners left the dinner midway, it was obvious now they’d been called away for a reason.
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