Daniel’s POV

I signed the approval form without reading it.

Nathan slides three more across my desk. "New hires for the analytics division. We need bodies before the Crane merger closes or we'll be underwater."

"Fine." My pen moves automatically, signature after signature. Names blur together—credentials I don't process, faces I'll never remember.

Lydia sweeps in without knocking, red dress clinging to every curve, diamond bracelet catching the light. She's holding two champagne flutes and ...