Chapter 84
Chapter 84:
“What did you just say?” Brinley’s eyes flared, excitement sparking through her like a live wire.
Corbin slid his phone into her hand, the screen glowing with a government notice. “A five-hundred-acre racing-themed complex is planned for the outskirts of Bleron, with bidding open to every company p>
“Racing-themed…” Brinley whispered, her fingertips brushing over the bolded words as her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in a rush.
The project suited her perfectly, as if someone had carved it straight out of her own ambitions.
Across the long table, employees exchanged stunned looks, baffled by why their composed, untouchable boss suddenly burned with such fierce light in her gaze.
Only Brinley understood the weight of what had appeared before her—and how sharply it could tilt the course of her company’s future.
“That’s enough for now. We’ll take a break!” She sprang to her feet and swept her jacket off the back of her chair. “Corbin, email me the full project dossier right now. I want every policy, every planning map, down to the smallest detail p>
“But what should we do with the rest of today’s agenda p>
“Push everything back.” Brinley’s voice turned to flint—steady and uncompromising. “We cannot afford to lose. This project must be ours p>
𝗪𝗵a𝗍 𝗲𝘃𝘦𝘳y𝗈n𝗲 𝗂ѕ 𝘳𝗲a𝖽𝗶ո𝗀 o𝗇
During the ride back to Hillcrest Villa, she stayed on the phone with her assistant, running through specs and timelines while the car sped smoothly along the road.
The Bluetooth console kept flashing with Austin’s incoming calls, but without so much as a glance, she declined each one.
Her thoughts spun with visions of hairpin curves and sweeping straights, of luxury suites overlooking the circuit, of how the roar of racing could blend seamlessly with bustling commercial plazas.
In her mind, the thunder of engines returned, vibrating through her chest as vividly as if she were already standing trackside.
When the sleek black car finally rolled past the ornate gates of the villa’s neighborhood, her eyes caught a tall figure waiting at the entrance.
Austin stood motionless in a tailored gray suit, the iron gates behind him, his steady gaze locked on the approaching vehicle.
Brinley slammed the brakes. As the window slid down, Austin’s calm yet commanding presence seemed to flow into the car with the evening air.
“You ignored my calls.” His voice remained even, but his gaze cut straight through her.
“Sorry, I was tied up,” Brinley explained quickly as she unfastened her seatbelt. She pushed the car door open, clutching the freshly printed project packet so tightly that the corners had already crumpled.
Austin’s eyes dropped to the stack in her hands, his brows drawing together. “The government’s racing-themed complex project p>
“You’ve heard about it too?” A spark leapt into Brinley’s eyes. She thrust the documents toward him with both hands. “Look at this—an FIA Grade 2 circuit layout, a themed hotel designed around racing culture. This project is so me. It’s a perfect fit p>
The words spilled out in a rush, her cheeks tinged pink with excitement. She was completely oblivious to the softness in Austin’s eyes as he watched her glow.