Something worth fighting for, despite the consequences.
As Miles outlined his plans for restructuring the Madison Street financing, I made my decision.
I would pursue Savannah Blake, knowing exactly who she was.
Knowing exactly what I risked.
Knowing this had the potential to destroy everything I'd built.
Because for the first time in years, if ever, I'd found something—someone—who made me feel truly alive.
And I wasn't ready to let that go.
Not without discovering exactly what it could become.
Chapter 6
Savannah
One more night.
His words haunted me as I stared blankly at my computer screen, the quarterly marketing report blurring before my eyes.
Three little words that had burrowed under my skin, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
"Savannah? Are you with us?"
I blinked, suddenly aware that four pairs of eyes were trained on me across the conference table.
Jeffrey, our creative director at Adler-West Strategies, had paused mid-presentation, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Sorry," I mumbled, straightening in my chair.
"Could you repeat that last point?"
Jeffrey sighed, the slight tightening around his mouth betraying his irritation.
"I was asking if you had concerns about the Waterstone campaign direction. Since you've shot down every concept we've presented so far."
Had I?
I glanced down at my barely touched notepad, realizing I'd been silent through most of the two-hour meeting.
Not like me at all.
I was usually the one steering these sessions, challenging ideas, not to tear them down, but to build them stronger.
Today, I couldn't remember a single concept they'd presented.
"I think we need to dig deeper," I said, falling back on a safe critique. "The messaging feels... generic."
Maria, my assistant creative director, frowned.
"That's the opposite of what you said last week. You specifically asked us to make it more accessible to a broader audience."
Heat crept up my neck.
She was right.
