I set my notebook on the kitchen island, flipping to a fresh page as I glanced at Mark. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, staring at the black coffee in his mug like it had personally wronged him.
"This isn't just some party," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "It has to be perfect."
I nodded, already making a list in my head. "It will be. We just need to break it down."
Mark exhaled sharply and finally met my gaze. His green eyes were edged with tension, his usual confidence undercut by something quieter—something heavier. He was feeling the weight of this. Edward was stepping down. After everything, it was finally happening.
And the entire business world would be watching.
I tapped my pen against the page, grounding myself. "Let's start with the basics: guest list, catering, decor, speeches. The event should feel balanced—celebrating Edward, but also introducing you as CEO."
