Rafael let out a low, delighted chuckle, steel-grey eyes glinting behind his sunglasses.
"See? Even the children are in on it. This isn't a hike—it's a hostile takeover with trail mix. By the time we reach the end, someone's company will have been quietly acquired over granola bars."
Eliana laughed, the sound light and genuine, her warm brown skin catching the sun through the trees. "It's ridiculous," she said. "But… kind of funny. At least we're not the only ones pretending."
When the group reached a small ridge overlooking a sweeping valley, the guide called for a "reflective break." People paused, admired the view, took photos—and immediately leaned into hushed conversations that had nothing to do with inner peace.
Eliana caught snippets as she passed.
"We merge by Q3."
"Agreed. No paperwork yet—just a handshake."
"Let's talk valuations after dinner."
Rafael angled his head toward her, whispering, "Told you. Masks on. Deals done."
