Chapter 36 Behind Closed Doors

• The heavy glass doors of the eightieth-floor conference room clicked shut with an absolute, mechanical silence, leaving behind only the fading echo of Marcus’s footsteps as he escorted the Zurich banking delegation away from the executive wing. Gold-embossed investment contracts gleamed across the polished black marble table, standing as silent monuments to Morello Holdings’ crushing victory over the European market.
• Megan rose slowly from the chairperson's seat, her hands deftly smoothing the cuffs of her blood-red silk blouse with cold, controlled precision. "One massive crisis neutralized before lunch. We completely bled out whatever patience they had left."
• Casian didn't budge an inch from his stance at the head of the long mahogany table. His dark, smoldering gaze locked onto every single movement Megan made, heavy with an unyielding, possessive hunger that refused to be banked. "You enjoyed playing with them far too much during that negotiation, wife. The way your eyes looked at them made me want to clear the entire room just so I could have you entirely to myself without interference."