~Reo’s~

"Let’s be real—what if we launch a Cuss Family reality show?”

Reo blinks once. Then again. He drops his pen on the mahogany conference table and slowly turns toward the woman in neon-orange heels who just said that.

The PR consultant, Sariah Myles—too tanned, too enthusiastic, and definitely overpaid—grins like she’s cracked a golden egg. “Hear me out! Cameras in the penthouse, behind-the-scenes boardroom drama, interviews with the wives, the nannies, the—”

“There are no wives,” Reo deadpans.

Sariah shrugs, waving a hand. “Fiancées, baby mamas, sugar-linked allies—it’s all good content!”

The room chuckles. Blair rolls her eyes. The finance director beside her coughs to hide his smirk.

Reo...