Aria's POV
A moment later, Vanessa walked in.
She was stunning in a sharp navy blazer and tailored pants, her blonde hair styled in soft waves.
Her amber eyes swept over me with cool appraisal, and she offered a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Ms. Smith," she said smoothly, extending her hand. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
I stood and shook her hand, gesturing to the chair across from my desk. "Of course. What can I do for you, Ms. Crane?"
She settled into the chair with practiced elegance, crossing her legs.
"I'll get straight to the point. My Pack has a project we'd like to propose to V&A Group. It's a lucrative opportunity, and we believe you're the perfect person to oversee it."
She slid a thick folder across the desk.
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