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Then the man at the head of the table looked up.
Another black suit.
Another immaculate white shirt.
No mascara this time.
Adrian Sterling’s gray eyes met hers.
Martin was speaking, but Eve heard none of it.
Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair.
Recognition appeared without surprise, which somehow made everything worse.
Then he smiled.
“Hello, Eve.”
For one terrible second, Eve considered pretending she had never seen him before.
Martin stopped beside the table and glanced between them.
“You two know each other?”
Adrian’s smile remained small.
“We met at the airport.”
Every head in the room turned toward Eve.
She set her laptop on the table with more care than necessary.
“Briefly.”
One of the analysts, a woman Eve knew as Priya Shah, looked curious.
Adrian folded his hands in front of him.
“Ms. Mercer was having a difficult morning.”
Heat rose into Eve’s face.
Martin gave her a quick sideways look.
Eve stared at Adrian.
He stared back with the composed expression of a man who knew exactly how much power he had over the next ten seconds.
“She asked me for directions,” he said.
Eve nearly laughed from relief.
Martin nodded, already losing interest.
“Then we can skip introductions.”
Adrian’s gaze stayed on Eve a moment longer.
“Yes.”
Martin connected his laptop to the room display and began talking through the agenda.
Eve sat near the middle of the table and opened her notes.
Her hands were steady now.
That surprised her.
She had imagined seeing Adrian again would make her dissolve into the floor, but embarrassment had apparently reached saturation point.
There was nowhere left for it to go.
Martin spent twelve minutes reviewing numbers Eve had already put into three slides.
Adrian interrupted twice.
Both interruptions were calm.
Both exposed weaknesses in assumptions Martin had insisted on keeping despite Eve’s objections.
The first time, Martin deflected.
The second time, he said, “Eve can speak to that.”
Eve looked up.
Of course he could.
She explained the vacancy model, the sensitivity range, and why their projections treated renovation costs differently in Boston, Baltimore, and St. Louis.
Adrian did not smile.
He asked three follow-up questions.
None were unfair.
None were easy.
By the third, Eve forgot about the airport.
She leaned forward, pulled up a supporting table, and showed him where the risk concentrated if interest rates rose another half point before closing.
Priya began taking notes.
The general counsel asked about tenant relocation obligations.
Martin answered first and got part of it wrong.
Eve corrected him carefully enough to preserve his dignity.
He noticed anyway.
His jaw tightened.
The meeting moved into the pilot results.
Sterling Capital had acquired eleven buildings through the program.
Occupancy had improved.
Maintenance complaints had fallen.
The returns were lower than a conventional repositioning strategy but higher than the conservative case.
On paper, the program worked.
The problem was that working was not the same as surviving a room full of people whose bonuses came from higher margins.
A senior acquisitions director named Dennis Vale tapped his pen against the table.
“I still don’t understand why we’re voluntarily limiting rent growth in markets where we don’t have to.”
Eve had been expecting him.
She clicked to the next slide.
“Because maximizing rent in the first renewal cycle increases turnover and pushes up operating costs in years two and three.”
Dennis shook his head.
“That assumes tenants leave.”
“It assumes some tenants leave.”
“You’re modeling behavior.”
“We’re modeling historical behavior.”
“From properties we didn’t operate.”
“From comparable properties in the same submarkets.”
Dennis leaned back.
“Comparable according to whom?”
Eve felt Martin shift beside her.
He preferred that she retreat when senior clients became combative.
Eve had spent two years retreating.
At work.
At home.
In restaurants when Preston sent back meals that were perfectly fine.
At parties when he interrupted her because he told stories better.
She looked at Dennis.
“According to the same methodology your acquisitions team used in the underwriting package for the pilot.”
The room went quiet.
Dennis’s pen stopped tapping.
Martin inhaled through his nose.
Priya looked down at her notes, but Eve saw the corner of her mouth move.
Dennis said, “That doesn’t make it correct.”
“No.”
Eve kept her voice even.
“But it makes it consistent.”
Adrian finally spoke.
“Which is what I asked for.”
Dennis turned toward him.
Adrian did not look at Dennis.
He was looking at Eve.
“Continue.”
Eve did.
Twenty minutes later, her pulse had settled into something useful.
The presentation became what she had wanted it to be before Preston’s voice entered the morning and rearranged her life.
Questions came faster.
Eve answered some.
Martin answered others.
Once, she admitted she did not know and promised to send the data by Monday.
No one died.
That felt instructive.
Near the end, Adrian asked everyone except Eve and Martin to leave.
Dennis looked surprised.
Priya did not.
She closed her notebook and gave Eve the smallest possible nod on her way out.
The doors shut.
Martin straightened in his chair.
Adrian stood and walked toward the windows.
Boston spread beneath them in winter gray, the Charles River dull as steel beyond the buildings.
He looked down at the street for several seconds.
“The recommendation,” he said.
Martin leaned forward.
“We believe national expansion is justified with a phased deployment.”
“I know what the deck says.”
Adrian turned.
“I’m asking what you believe.”
Martin hesitated.
Eve knew that hesitation.
He was calculating what answer Adrian wanted.
“We believe the opportunity is compelling.”
Adrian looked at Eve.
“And you?”
Martin answered for her.
“Eve led most of the modeling, so obviously—”
“I asked Eve.”
The room changed.
Not dramatically.
Martin did not bristle or protest.
He simply became very still.
Eve closed her laptop halfway.
“I think the program works if you accept that it isn’t going to outperform every conventional acquisition on a twelve-month basis.”
Adrian waited.
May you like
She continued.
“If the goal is maximum near-term return, you shouldn’t do it.”
