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7. When the Past sits Across the Table. 

Author: Kyra
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7. When the Past sits Across the Table.

Lucien collected himself and leaned back into his chair, exuding the kind of quiet dominance that swallowed a room. "Interesting choice Mr Fisher, bringing her into this" he said, his gaze piercing Dahlia. "I never knew this was a meeting for amateurs".

"And I wasn't aware arrogance was now a negotiation strategy" she said, looking at him fully, her gaze unflinching. She raised her hand and Gaux quickly placed the folder in her hand. Dahlia slid it forward to the investor, her actions calm and measured. "Perhaps, times have changed".

Mr Fisher's eyes flickered between them, his lips curling into a smile, obviously intrigued.

Lucien let out a short, humorless laugh. "Cute. But business isn't a fairytale. Deals aren't won by charms or daydreams"

Dahlia pouted faintly, one which Lucien caught unknowingly. "True. They're won with vision and the ability to deliver what others can't" she paused, allowing her smile to turn into a soft grin, "Something
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