Naomi gave a brief rundown of the project.
"What do you think, Mr. Voss?" she asked.
Mr. Voss swirled his wine glass, in no hurry to answer, and turned to Ms. Dawson instead. "What's your take?"
Caught off guard, Ms. Dawson hesitated there wasn't much room to poke holes in a company-backed pitch, even if she'd wanted to.
"I think Ms. Hart's presentation was excellent," she managed. "Worth real consideration, Mr. Voss."
Naomi opened the folder again and tapped a finger against the key points. "This project targets an underserved segment of the current market. Our research identified substantial unmet demand."
She held his gaze as she spoke, and something about his attention felt off it wasn't landing on the documents at all. It was landing on her.
The feeling was uncomfortably famili
