The conference room door closed.
I sat. Rachel took the chair across from me and not once did she look in my direction. Mikayla sat beside a dark-haired man whose name I couldn't recall, which bothered me because everyone else's face felt at least vaguely recognisable even when the names wouldn't come.
The man opened a folder. "We need to discuss the project."
For the next twenty minutes they walked me through the development, luxury residential towers, commercial buildings, retail space, a five-star hotel, international investors, construction schedules. The information landed easily. I understood every document they placed in front of me, every budget projection, every contract clause. Business felt natural in a way that my own life didn't, and I found something close to relief in tha
