~Reo’s~

“You’d think the woman’s résumé was dipped in gold the way he flaunts her.”

The voice shooks Reo who slows his pace, standing just behind the half-cracked boardroom door. His fingers twitch near the knob, but he doesn’t push it open just yet.

“She’s pretty, sure, and she’s good with cameras,” the smug voice continues. “But come on. Jennie Streams is a show pony. No real weight behind her. It’s all for optics.”

Reo lets out a hefty exhale. His jaw clenches as the words settle like grit on his skin. His chest tightens, not with surprise, but with a familiar burn. He’s heard things like this before, back...