The truth was, Danielle had never really taken Liam seriously.
A faint, almost dismissive smile appeared on her lips.
“Honestly, I don’t need your apology. You’re not as important as you think.”
Her words hit Liam like a wall. He stood frozen and awkward, caught somewhere between indignation and embarrassment.
For a few seconds, he just stood there, lips pressed tightly together.
Finally, he managed, “When you’ve done something wrong, you should apologize. Whether you need it or not isn’t the point—it’s about whether I choose to do the right thing.”
With that, he turned and walked away.
Kirsten let out a soft snort.
“He’s only sucking up to you now because he has no choice. If he doesn’t, he’ll be finished in this business. Isn’t Cloudpath under your control now?”
“You’re his boss. All his deals go through you, and you pretty much hold his financial future in your hands.”
Danielle shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if he apologizes or not. Business is business; personal matters are personal.”
Kirsten rolled her eyes. “Of course you’re generous—you’ve always been fair. But he doesn’t get you. He’s got his own guilty conscience, so he’s here pretending to apologize. It’s not about you, it’s about making himself feel better.”
“Once he’s apologized, he thinks that’s enough. He’s hoping you won’t make his life harder at the office now, and it eases his own guilty mind.”
“In the end, people are selfish. Everything we do is just for ourselves.”
Danielle had seen through all of this long ago. She just shrugged again and said nothing more.
The industry summit officially began.
Danielle took the stage to give her speech.
She spoke with effortless confidence, her words organized and assured.
Beatty sat in the audience, gazing up at her with starry-eyed admiration.
Alexander happened to be seated right beside her.
You look down on everyone. Who could ever be good enough for you?
—
As the summit drew to a close, guests began to filter out one by one.
Nathan and Alexander stayed until the very end.
Gian and Kirsten took it upon themselves to see every guest off, handling every detail personally. Even now, with the company at the height of its power, they knew how important it was to make every attendee feel valued by Ninesky Technologies.
Danielle remained on site, wrapping up the final details.
Outside, darkness had fallen, thick and foreboding.
Alexander glanced over at her, then slowly walked her way.
“It looks like it’s about to rain,” he said quietly. “Let me give you a ride.”
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