Chapter 8

Now, though, it was Orlando who looked like he was trying to prove something.

He hadn't expected me to be the one evaluating his work. He stared at me, clearly thrown. "Wren, I thought you'd never want to see me again..."

"Is your new game ready for review?" I cut him off, keeping it strictly business.

Orlando nodded. "Yes."

The whole way in, he kept trying to make conversation. "So, that hit game from NovaForge Studios—that was yours? Wren, you're... even more amazing than I realized!"

Our game had blown up in the industry, and he knew it.

"Thanks, but let's keep this professional. You can call me Ms. Sinclair."

I was surprised at how calm I felt, like all those old feelings were just... gone.

Orlando looked like he wanted to say more, but he held back and led me into the studio.

Rosalind was there too.

Years ago, Orlando said us working together would look bad. But with Rosalind? He hadn't hesitated.

Not that it mattered. I was way past caring.

Rosalind, though, had clear