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And I’ll be working with her.

Every. Single. Day.

The thought shouldn’t please me as much as it does.

But it does.

Damn it.

Chapter Six

A FLAWLESS EXECUTION… ALMOST

Sunny Adlawan

Runninga high-stakes financial review for the most powerful executives in Obsidian City is like disarming a bomb while cradling a sleeping baby.

One wrong move, one offbeat rocking, and—poof. Flames, destruction, and possibly an uncomfortable HR meeting.

The conference room is packed, tension thick in the air as executives and their corresponding admin settle into their respective tables, murmuring to one another as they prepare for the quarterly review. The large screen displays the opening slides, the Vormugh Enterprises logo gleaming at the forefront.

I smooth my hands down my blazer, fingers brushing against the hidden folds of my planner. Everything is set. The documents are preloaded. The reports are sorted. The video connection is flawless.

No mistakes.

I exhale slowly, rolling my shoulders back as the meeting begins.

Khanner is at the head of the table, commanding attention without a single wasted motion. He barely looks at the first few slides, his confidence in the data evident.

It’s fascinating to watch him work.

His presence alone is powerful—not just because he’s a dragonkin, but because of how effortlessly he wields control.

Normally, I’d be intimidated.

Instead, I feel energized. Because for the first time in my professional life, I’m not struggling to keep up. I actually feel…fine. Comfortable. As if I can do this in my sleep, which I practically do as an insomniac anyway.

Compared to making various customers happy, I just need to make one person happy. Khanner Rokoth, CFO. If I can make him happy, the entire office would never let me leave.

And, despite my usual self-loathing monologue, I know I’m doing well.

I see the realization settle in his expression. He doesn’t outright say it, but I feel it in the way he observes me—the way his sharp, discerning gaze lingers just a little longer than necessary. That he’s not billowing smoke from his mouth and has his wings hidden are yet more signs that he’s in a good mood. The Admin Gossip Club™ hasn’t steered me wrong yet.

The meeting continues, and the usual back-and-forth discussions of financial projections and departmental updates pass without issue. Until?—

A number flashes on the screen.

Something is off.

I feel it before I fully process it.

The VP of Logistics is explaining an operational adjustment, but I already see the discrepancy. It’s subtle—but it’s there.

I glance down at my notes, confirming the figures.

He’s wrong.

I don’t hesitate.

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