Chapter 38
Skylar leaned back in the cold leather office chair. The material creaked faintly beneath her as it hugged her shoulders.
It still felt unreal.
This wasn't supposed to be hers. Not the chair, stiff and far too formal. Not the company, humming with quiet energy behind the frosted glass walls. And definitely not the power pulsing beneath her fingertips.
She smiled anyway and looked at Techna and Jordan, who stood across from her, framed by the warm light spilling through the tall windows.
Jordan flopped into the guest chair on the right, the cushion letting out a soft whoosh as he sank in. Techna stood with her arms crossed like a sleek sentinel, her black boots silent against the polished floor.
"How does it feel being the CEO of one of the richest companies?" Jordan asked, grinning. "Does it feel like you're a queen on her throne?"
