Nicholas’s POV
The Medical Summit was supposed to be routine. It was another showcase of research and innovation, an opportunity to watch the program I had invested in flourish. I had expected presentations, polite applause, and a few strategic conversations in conference rooms.
Nothing in my carefully ordered life had prepared me for the moment I saw her.
She was on stage. Standing in the center of a floodlit platform, her back straight, her chin lifted, and her voice… her voice… low, measured, commanding, and yet utterly captivating.
Dr. E. Arden, they called her. Principal Investigator. Brilliant. Poised. Every word she spoke carried authority, precision, and intellect. Every movement was calculated yet effortless. Every slide she presented drew the audience closer, li
