Rhett POV
I liked Margot when she talked like that: confident, focused, entirely within her expertise.
I still remember the first time I watched her give a presentation.
She had stood in front of a room full of Alphas and never once looked small.
Professional. Calm. Sharp. Beautiful.
That was when I understood that the quiet, careful version of her I usually saw was only one side.
Around her, she had always deferred; on that stage,e she deferred to no one.
An Omega holding her ground in a room of Alphas without missing a beat was rare.
I’d looked at her résumé afterward: top grades, elite schools, serious companies, a career already gathering speed before twenty-seven.
No wonder Cole valued her.
She had done more by that age than most people manage in a lifetime.
Sitting at the
