Reese sat in her office, flipping through a stack of reports, a deep frown etched across her face.
The press conference had gone off without a hitch. They’d drawn a crowd, and several potential partners had seemed genuinely interested—some even saying as much right there in front of everyone. But now, days later, not a single contract had come through. Not one.
She got up to grab some water from the break room. As she reached the door, voices drifted out.
“No luck closing today either?”
“Don’t ask. I went over there three times. Their manager tossed our proposal right back at me. Said as long as it’s BlackOak, they’re not interested, no matter what we offer.”
“That’s so weird. I had everything lined up with Quantum Tech. The deal was basically done. But when I went back to sign, they’d changed their minds overnight.”
“You think someone upstairs pissed off the wrong person?”
“Probably. I know Mr. Moore at Ninebridge—he told me he likes our system, but the higher-ups won’t let them work with us.”
Reese’s hand froze on the doorknob.
Sebastian. It could only be him.
He’d actually stooped to sabotaging BlackOak’s partnerships, just to push her out and drag her back to the Ratcliff family—to turn her into his personal baby factory.
If he wanted to play dirty, so could she.
But first, Alan needed a heads-up. She couldn’t risk her fight with Sebastian dragging BlackOak down too.
Reese turned away from the break room and headed straight for Alan’s office. She knocked, and when Alan called her in, she stepped inside, bracing herself for bad news. To her surprise, Alan didn’t look angry or worried. He actually looked upbeat.
“Alan, I—”
“You’re right on time,” he cut in before she could finish. “You did great work on the AI traffic system. The executives are impressed.”
He pulled a folder from a pile and slid it across to her. “This is the Blade project. Take a look.”


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