Chapter 8
With a sharp slap against the table, Leslie shot to her feet.
“Wade, enough! This is a reunion, not a damn flex–off for you to show off!”
Her voice rang loud and clear, cutting through the tension.
She was never one to hold back.
Wade’s face flushed red, his breathing turning heavier with anger.
“I’m not going to argue with a woman. So petty. Do you even understand how the real world works?
“A reunion is about networking, not some singles‘ mixer. Oh wait, maybe you came looking for a date. Does your husband know?”
Leslie nearly lunged at him, but Rain caught her just in time, holding her back.
The whole thing was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh.
Leaning back in my chair, I let out a slow, lazy chuckle–one of quiet authority.
It was a habit I picked up from Kian.
In the corporate world, no one dared to speak to me like this.
I was Kian’s assistant, his right–hand man, a CEO with 50% decision–making power.
I had long since outgrown my past.
There was nothing to be ashamed of.
I had no reason to feel small.
I met Wade’s gaze, calm and unbothered.
