Rowan's POVThe moment she slid the laptop across the desk, I leaned back in my chair, eyes narrowing slightly as the first slide appeared on the screen. I expected errors—hell, I was almost eager for them. Something I could point at and tear apart, something that would justify all the control I’d kept over her day. But then…Slide after slide, I found nothing.Every statistic was accurate. Each chart was perfectly aligned. The colour scheme matched our brand’s tone. The transitions were smooth, not flashy. Even the footer font matched our official template. Who the hell told her to be this meticulous?I kept my expression neutral, even as the realisation sank in—she had done it right. Not just “okay”, not “acceptable”. She had done it well.And damn it, that stung a little more than I expected.Not that I would ever tell her that.“Everything looks fine,” I said flatly, still staring at the last slide. I didn’t look up. If I did, I knew I’d see that pride flash in her eyes, maybe eve
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