Alexander's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about her presentation.

Three days later, and it still played on loop in my head.

The way she'd walked into that conference room like she owned it—which, technically, she did.

The way she'd turned my careful undermining into an opportunity to shine.

The way she'd looked at me afterward, eyes blazing with righteous anger and something else I couldn't name.

Maybe you should stop trying.

I sat in my office at midnight, her words echoing.

The ...