Kelly
The sound of my heels echoed against the polished floor as I made my way to my office. The day had barely begun, yet my schedule was already packed. But the one meeting I couldn’t ignore was with Mr. Davis.
He’d reached out again, this time proposing a partnership for a new charity initiative. On paper, it was everything I wanted, an opportunity to support underfunded schools in lower-income areas. Yet, there was something about him that I couldn’t quite place. His charm felt good, his words always walking the fine line between flattery and something more calculated.
By the time he arrived, I had prepared myself to keep the conversation strictly professional.
“Congresswoman,” Mr. Davis greeted me with a smile as he stepped into my office. He was as polished as ever, his tai
