Cassidy leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, her Louboutin heel bouncing lightly against the air. Her expression? Casual. Amused, even. Like she wasn't about to drop a multi-million-dollar offer on the table. Claire sat beside her, equally poised, but with that dangerous corporate lawyer energy—the kind that made old money assholes sweat bullets.
And Callista? She sat across from them, her posture perfect. Back straight, hands folded, eyes sharp. This was her domain they were sitting in, after all.
Even if NovaCast was on its last breath, she was still the queen of this castle.
For a second, no one spoke. Just a long, calculating silence. Posturing. The unspoken language of business.
Cassidy smiled, slow and easy. "So. Let's cut the bullshit."
Callista didn't flinch. Good.
"We're buying NovaCast as we've already discussed so we should proceed."
A beat.
