"WHAT IS IT?" Mailah asked, starting to turn around.
"Don't," he said quietly, his hand tightening slightly under hers. "Just... stay calm."
But it was too late. She'd already caught sight of the figure approaching their table, and her breath caught in her throat.
The woman walking toward them moved with the kind of polished confidence that spoke of boardrooms and high-stakes negotiations.
She was impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that emphasized her slim figure, her silver hair pulled back in a severe chignon that accentuated her sharp cheekbones.
Everything about her screamed professional competence, from her designer heels to the leather portfolio clutched in her manicured hands.
But it was the barely concealed anxiety in her pale blue eyes that made Mailah's chest tighten with recognition.
