The Baby Clause
Thinking about Q4 strategies and AI verticals.
Instead, all I could think about was cinnamon and rain.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said,” Sabrina quipped, flashing a smile made for camera shutters. Her gaze flicked to me like a blade, polished but sharp. “Unless this is your brooding billionaire routine, in which case, A+, babe. It’s giving emotionally unavailable with a tragic backstory.”
I didn’t look at her. Didn’t smile.
Instead, I leaned back in my chair, one hand resting casually over my mouth, index finger tapping against my lower lip. A tell I only allowed when I was seconds away from ending a conversation.