The room buzzed with quiet conversations as I entered, my pulse a little faster than usual. The investors were already scattered across the lavish space, some talking in small groups, others checking their phones or sipping drinks. The atmosphere was elegant but not overly formal—more like a business event with a hint of exclusivity.
Mark walked beside me, his presence a constant reminder that this wasn't going to be easy. I could feel the weight of his gaze every few seconds, like a silent judgment I couldn't escape. His stance was relaxed, arms crossed, as always, but his eyes flicked around the room with a sharpness that hinted he was more alert than he let on.
I glanced at him. He was all business, as usual, but I couldn't help noticing how... well, how good he looked in this suit.
It shouldn't matter. It really shouldn't.
But there it was, undeniable. Still, I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that the task at hand was far more important.
