“There’s something else.”
“What?” I asked almost immediately.
“You asked for updates on the other business contracts,” he said in a neutral tone, careful not to overstep.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the polished wood of the desk. “Go on.”
Drew’s eyes flicked down to his tablet. He scrolled briefly before meeting my gaze. “Three of the contracts were declined—two in Paris and one in New York. Seven were approved, and the rest are still pending, awaiting signatures or further negotiations.”
The numbers rolled over in my mind like a slow wave, and I nodded thoughtfully. “Not bad,” I said finally, though the rejections nagged at me. “Looks promising.”
Drew’s shoulders eased, a subtle but telling shift in his normally rigid posture. He wasn’t the kind of assistant to show cracks, but I could read him better than most.
“Anything else?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. The leather creaked softly under the shift of my weight.
“Nothing else for now,” Drew said with a slight shake o
