Aria's POV
Friday came faster than I expected.
I stood in front of my floor-length mirror, smoothing down the front of my white Chanel skirt suit. The tailored tweed jacket with its gold buttons sat perfectly on my frame, the fabric rich and structure.—professional enough for a business summit, but with enough edge to remind everyone I wasn't here to play nice.
The International Future Industries Investment Summit was being held at the Capitol Grand Hotel, just fifteen minutes from my apartment. Every major pack Alpha would be there. Every corporate shark looking to expand their territory. Every investor with money burning holes in their pockets.
And I'd be walking in as the head of V&A Group.
My stomach did a complicated flip—half excitement, half nerves.
This was it.
