Isla POV

I smiled behind my glass as I watched Ronan walk toward the podium.

This was going to be so good. So hilarious. So rewarding. I had been looking forward to this moment since the night I decided I was done saving him from himself.

I set my glass down and settled back in my chair.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Ronan's voice filled the room, warm and confident – the specific charm he deployed when he needed a room on his side.

"Before I begin, I want to say this – what I'm about to show you isn't just a business proposal. It's a vision for how we...