FOR a moment, everything spinned, Amelia's heart raced with contradicting thoughts. Silence stretched, until he broke it.
“Alright, alright. Fine,” Charles said at last. “I will do it. But it’s going to take a little longer, okay?”
Amelia closed her eyes briefly, relief and frustration crashing into each other in her chest.
“Sounds more like it,” she replied, forcing steadiness into her voice. “Thank you. Please do.”
“Yeah, I will,” he said, and the line went dead almost immediately.
Amelia lowered the phone slowly and stared at it for a second, as if expecting it to ring again. It didn’t.
Ryan was the first to speak.
“Amelia—”
“Let’s go back in,” she said, already turning toward the boardroom doors.
He nodded and followed her without another word.
They walked back into the boa
