Sienna’s Pov
The heavy glass doors of the Washington committee suite felt cold under my palm as I stepped out into the quiet hallway.
"They loved the creative design, Dom," I said into the phone, taking a slow breath to steady my voice. "They said it was the most brilliant layout they had seen all year. But then they threw a massive trap right onto the table."
Dominic’s voice instantly went sharp and focused over the line. "What kind of trap, Sienna?"
"They want us to take a forty percent cut on our planning fee," I explained, my jaw going tight. "They told me the prestige of working for the National Celebration should be reward enough. If I take that deal, my staff will be working twenty-hour days for pennies, and my company profit margin will completely vanish."
"They are testing yo
