(Darius POV)
The moment Ayra walked out of the meeting room, I found myself lingering in my seat, unable to shake the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.
Signing the business deal was monumental on its own, but discovering that the poised, captivating woman I had met earlier was none other than Ayra Miller—the daughter of my father's closest friend—was the true highlight of my day.
It felt surreal. Her presence lingered in the air, and my thoughts kept drifting back to the way her eyes had flashed with determination during our discussions.
Seeing her again, recognizing the fire in her eyes and the poise with which she handled herself—it stirred something in me that I hadn't felt in years.
I knew those eyes were familiar the moment I met her earlier that morning.
I couldn't place them then, but sitting across the table, watching her negotiate the business deal with precision and passion, it all clicked.