Chapter Thirty Eight

GAVIN

Sylvia was seated at the far end of the table, flipping through the revised employment structure draft—her annotated notes lined the margins, color-coded and painfully meticulous. She was here because Collin had requested a clause for early hiring input. We’d agreed—begrudgingly—because it cost us nothing and gave him the illusion of control.

But right now? He looked like he thought he ran t