o be an anomaly. Their first meeting had been charged, a careful dance of power and strategy, but Amara knew better than to let sparks distract her. Today, she was ready. She had analysed every a

attending a casual brunch rather than a high-stakes negotiation. Amara didn't flinch, though her sharp gaze took in every detail. The slight tousle of his hair, the way he adjusted his cu

seat across from her. "You did," Amara replied flatly, her tone

tting through his arguments with precision, challenging his assumptions, and presenting counterpoints that forced him to reconsider. It was a battle of wills, each w

ng. Lucas seemed to relish the conflict, his easy grin never wavering even as she dismantled his ideas piece by piece. But beneath the surface of their pr

oice low and steady. "I'm not here to make it easy," Amara replied, rising from her seat. Her heart was steady, but her mind raced with the echoes

p intellect, was proving to be the most formidable opponent she'd faced in years. She set her tablet down on the sleek glass desk, her fingers brushing against the embossed leather notebook where she often jotted down thoughts and str

e chaos, adapting effortlessly to every counterargument she had thrown his way. It was infuriating, but she couldn't deny the spark of respect it kindled. As she stared out of th

pdated projections from the finance team," Clara began, her voice hesitant. "There's a discrepancy in the cost analysis for the Carter Capital partnership". Amara raised

icant enough to affect the viability of the deal. She straightened, her mind already calculating her next move. If Lucas Carter thought he had the up

would be a clash of titans. Lucas Carter had challenged her once, but she wasn't