Chapter one hundred and twelve

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Rachel's POV Mikayla settled into her chair and the meeting began. Michael walked us through the project floor by floor, the residential block, the commercial units, the integrated infrastructure running through the whole development. He knew the material completely, he must have studied the hell out of that material. Numbers came out of him without hesitation. He answered questions before they were fully formed and had supporting data ready for every angle anyone pushed on. Mikayla handled the interiors division with the same fluency. She was sharp about it, specific, authoritative, no reaching for credibility she didn't have. She could hold her own across the table and she knew it, and she didn't need to perform that knowledge because it was simply there when the conversation require

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