"A co-branded micro-investment platform could lift capital conversion by 22% in the first quarter alone. We handle the storytelling, you handle the scale." Elias Park was saying, voice smooth and effortless, precise as a well-rehearsed pitch.
"The potential synergy between CCL's capital reach and Safe Haven's grassroots trust is undeniable," Park sat behind his neatly organized desk, gray-suited, spine straight as the skyline beyond the window. One hand rested beside a tablet alive with climbing graphs; the other held a fountain pen that hadn't moved in ten minutes.
Craig sat opposite from him and nodded once, the automatic kind of nod a man gives when he knows he's supposed to be listening but can't hear a damn thing.
His mind was nowhere near synergies or projections. It was still twenty feet away, through the corridor outside Elias Park's office, where he had seen her.
It was her.
