The Dinner Invitation
Lex had dealt with impossible board meetings, hostile takeovers, and billion-dollar negotiations. But nothing unsettled him like sitting across a conference table from Muri, who now acted like they'd never shared anything more than a handshake.
She was poised. Distant. Every answer was crisp, every smile professional. Not a flicker of the woman who'd once whispered his name in the dark.
When the meeting ended, Lex stood to leave, jaw tight. But before he could step out, a familiar voice cut through the chatter.
"Lex. Muri."
It was Eleanor Cartwright—Lex's mother and chairwoman of the board. Impeccable in a dove-gray suit, pearl earrings gleaming.
They both turned.
"I'm hosting a private dinner tonight," she said smoothly. "Just the three of us. I'd like you both to come."
Lex blinked. "Tonight?"
"Yes. Eight sharp. No excuses." She turned to Muri. "I'd love to get to know the woman who's making such waves already."
Muri smiled with polished grace. "Of course, Mrs. Cartwright. Thank you for the invitation."
Lex watched her, waiting for a glance. A smirk. Anything. But Muri turned and walked away, her heels clicking down the marble corridor, leaving the scent of citrus and secrets in her wake.
Eleanor touched his arm gently. "She's not what I expected."
Lex didn't look away from the door Muri had just exited through. "She never is."