Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

ELODIE’S POV~

The content they’d worked so hard on, all the technical analyses, the detailed breakdowns, the stuff that would’ve been considered proprietary at any other company, Nolan had dismissed it like it was a high school book report. Even decided to call it worthless.

"Superficial. You barely scratched the surface."

So for the next two or three days, I and Johnny worked together, tearing apart our original submission and rebuilding it based on Nolan’s feedback.

More depth. More critical analysis. More of everything.

By Monday, my ankle had mostly healed. Still a little tender if I put too much weight on it, but functional. I wasn’t confident enough to drive yet, I didn’t trust my reaction time if I had to slam on the brakes but I could walk without limping.

Good enough to go back to the office.

When I got there, Johnny was waiting at my desk with coffee and news.

"Dante’s serious about the collaboration."

I stopped mid-step. "What?"

"He sent someone over last week. Initial contact, preliminary discussions." Johnny handed me the coffee. "I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to distract you while we were drowning in Nolan’s revisions."

Right. Because nothing said "focus" like finding out your estranged husband’s company wanted to work with yours.