ROMAN'S POV
I sprayed my perfume, letting the cool mist settle on my collar before carefully placing the bottle back on the table. The crisp, rich scent lingered in the air, blending with the faint trace of aftershave I had used earlier. I paused for a second, taking in my reflection. My suit was already sharp, pressed to perfection, and my cufflinks shined under the soft light. All that remained was my watch.
I opened its case with deliberate care, the click echoing in the silent room. The stainless-steel strap glinted, catching the light like it was alive. Sliding it onto my wrist, I adjusted it with practiced precision. The weight of it was familiar, grounding — a small reminder of the control I needed to carry tonight. This wasn’t just another event. This was the event. Investors had
