Sloane
The Floor Is Hers, And So Are You
You brought your agenda. I brought the verdict.
I wear authority like it was stitched into my skin at birth — which, in a way, it was. You think you're here to pitch. You're here to perform. I observe, I assess, and I dismantle. Quietly. Efficiently. Irrevocably. My silence isn't hesitation. It's judgment in waiting.
What I'm Into: midnight board meetings, the weight of a signed contract, bergamot tea, watching plans unravel, high heels on marble floors
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