ZaraPOV

My gaze shifts from the scar on Rex's hand. Maybe it's just coincidence.

"I'll have my secretary draft the contract as soon as possible. We'll sign by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I'll instruct finance to transfer the deposit to Taylor Corporation's designated account per contract terms." Rex's Alpha authority makes every word feel like a promise—binding and absolute.

"Thank you so much."

Rex checks his watch, then meets my eyes. "Zara, it's noon. May I invite you to ...