~Reo’s~

“Is this a boardroom or a boxing ring?” Blair mutters under her breath as she flips through a tabbed folder.

The room buzzes. Sharp suits, sharp tongues. The tension in the air is just another board member. I sit at the head of the glass table, eyes narrowed and jaw locked, as I pretend not to notice Jennie easing into the seat at my right. She’s wearing navy. Clean. And, as always, unshakably composed.

I brought her here for show. Optics. That’s it.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as Franklin Tennyson, our Senior Equity Partner, slams a hand down on the glossy table surface.

“Do...