My stomach drops. For half a second, I forget where I am.
I don’t move. I refuse to make eye contact. I refuse to even acknowledge his existence.
The man in the suit steps forward first.
“Morning. Sorry to interrupt. I’m Daniel Hargreaves.”
He brought his agent?
“I believe we have a scheduled meeting,” Daniel continues, glancing at me. “With Ms. Campbell.”
Every head in the room turns toward me.
“Me?”
A scheduled meeting?
I blink once, then twice, like that might reset the moment. The room hums with confusion now. Just a low, collectivewhat the fuck.
Kai looks between the two men. “So you’re saying this meeting was pre-arranged?”
“It was,” Daniel confirms. “Last night. Via ‘discord’ I believe.”
My chest tightens. I remember now. The user I told to come in today.
No.
That account had no profile picture. No name I recognised. And this account had been following me for a while.
Surely not.
It’s hard to conceptualize that Jabari McKingsley would give me anything without taking credit for it.
“Yeah. I just,” I say carefully. “I—sorry. I wasn’t expecting… this.”
I had assumed… I don’t know.
I had expected… literally anyone else.
A tech guy. An angel investor. Someone awkward and earnest who liked indie games too much.
Not him. Anyone but him!
“You’re the donor,” I say, staring directly at Jabari now.
“Yes.”
I clear my throat. “That’s—this is that meeting?”
The room shifts.
Kai frowns. “You didn’t mention?—”
“I didn’t know,” I say quickly.
Daniel gestures politely. “We won’t take long. We want to talk about investing, probably working with you on the game you have in development? My client is a big fan of your work.”
“He is?” Kai is gassed as fuck.
