Cynthia POV

Bradley, Sinacore’s agent, sat across from me, placing a stack of papers on the table. “I’ve drafted an agreement that covers everything we discussed,” he said, sliding the document closer. His voice was calm and professional, but I could sense the urgency behind his words. This arrangement was crucial for Sinacore, and by extension, for Bradley as well.

I glanced at Sinacore, who was seated beside me, his expression unreadable. His emerald eyes met mine, ...