Gianna and Ethan stood by the door of the meeting room, shaking hands with the board members as they left to their various stations in the company, and out of it, the space slowly emptying with the scrape of chairs and the low murmur of departing voices.
Until only Noah was left in the room.
He was still sitting at the table, relaxed posture like he would want to twirl in his chair, only that the furniture didn't permit it, one arm draped lazily over the backrest as if he owned the moment.
"Well played, beauty…" he said, amusement curling at the edge of his mouth, when Gianna raised a brow at him.
"Cut the bullshit." Gianna spoke, harsher than she had intended, her voice tight, lips pressed firm when the amusement on Noah's face faded into a faint frown.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you inform me?"
