(Aurora's POV)
When the man walked into the conference room, the air seemed to vanish. He possessed a profile carved like a Greek sculpture, cold and flawless. I recognized him immediately.
It was the man from the café, the one I had seen after meeting Gavin.
Phineas Everett strode straight to the head of the table. His presence was overwhelming, a gravitational pull that lowered the temperature in the room by several degrees. His gaze swept over the room, clear and sharp.
His eyes landed on me for a split second. There was no flicker of recognition. If he remembered our brief encounter, he didn't care.
The silence was suffocating. The other interviewers looked like they were holding their breath.
He unbuttoned his suit jacket with elegant precision and sat down.
"Alright, Ms. Caldw
