Rose's P.O.V.
I was already settled in my seat in the conference room, the soft leather creaking under me as I leaned back with my legs crossed, watching the door. The calm before the storm, they say. And boy, was it brewing.
Matt walked in first, tall and composed as ever, his arm brushing lightly against mine as he passed. Right behind him was Bella, her expression unreadable but eyes alert, scanning the room like a warrior ready for battle. Then came Aiden, Rachel, Blake, and Ryan—all bickering under their breath and elbowing each other like grade-schoolers forced to sit together on a long bus ride. The tension was high but planned. Every detail rehearsed.
And lastly—Caleb.
I didn’t smile. I didn’t nod. I simply gave him a pointed look that he’d been trained to recognize.
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