~Reo’s~

“She’s the reason the gala succeeded, but Cuss Enterprises still stands because of me.”

That’s the last line I drop before the waiter pours the vintage red into the CEO’s glass. The older man chuckles, nodding slowly, like I’ve just impressed him. Good. I need that nod. I need this deal.

The private dining room is dressed in expensive gold light, cutlery sparkling like it has a stake in the conversation. Leather menus. Terrazzo floors. No press. Just trust. That’s what tonight’s about; salvaging what’s left of our brand and convincing these bastards their investments aren’t going up in flames.

I lean back in my chair, blazer creased sharp...