The silence lingered long after Chanel Sinclair finished speaking.
Nobody seemed entirely sure what to make of her.
Which was unusual.
Most people fit neatly into categories.
Friend.
Enemy.
Competitor.
Ally.
Chanel somehow managed to avoid all four.
She stood calmly in the center of the room while everyone's attention remained fixed on her.
Victor finally broke first.
Naturally.
"I have absolutely no idea what that means."
Elena sighed.
"That's because you stopped listening halfway through."
"I listened."
"No, you didn't."
"I listened emotionally."
"That's not listening."
Victor looked offended.
Meanwhile Dante hadn't taken his eyes off Chanel.
Not because he was interested.
Because he was analyzing her.
Camille knew that look.
She'd seen it countless times during negotiations.
Business meetings.
Interviews.
The look that meant Dante thought someone wasn't telling him the complete truth.
And right now he was absolutely certain Chanel wasn't.
