Sienna’s Pov
Forty-eight hours.
That was all the time I had to design a full proposal for the National Celebration Gala in Washington. This was the biggest opportunity of my entire life. If Brooks Events won this bid, we would officially become one of the top independent event-planning firms in the whole country.
I couldn't approach this casually. I needed a brilliant creative theme, a bulletproof budget, a list of top-tier vendors, and a pitch that would blow the national committee away.
We rushed back to the penthouse. I dumped my bag on the sofa, pulled out my laptop, and spread giant poster boards across the kitchen island.
Dominic stood near the counter, leaning against the edge in his dark suit jacket. He watched me type frantically for ten minutes before stepping forward.
"Sie
