Elena's POV"Stop moving, or I'll poke your eye out."My stylist held the mascara wand dangerously close to my face as I shifted in my chair."Sorry," I muttered, forcing myself to sit still.Friday had arrived faster than I’d expected.One minute I was sitting with Caleb in his car preparing, and the next, I was here getting ready for the night that suddenly felt a lot bigger than just another business event.My dress hung on the back of the bathroom door, deep emerald green, floor-length, elegant without trying too hard.Diamond earrings sat on the vanity beside me, understated but expensive, and my heels were waiting by the door like a threat."Done," my stylist said, stepping back. "As usual, you look incredible."I stood up and turned toward the mirror.My hair was swept up, makeup subtle and perfect, highlighting my features.I looked confident. Prepared.Inside, though, my stomach was twisting itself into knots.Tonight, Sterling Global would be mentioned in the partnership ann
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