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23. A Stepping Stone
Rima’s POV
As if on cue, Mr. Snow seamlessly took my place, commanding the room with an effortless blend of charisma and stoicism that had me riveted. He began unfolding the proposal, his unwavering confidence gnawing at my insides. I yearned for his ironclad composure and his unflappable, assured demeanor.
A white-hot anger surged within me, a self-directed fury that scorched my thoughts. It was not just a personal failure; I felt as though I had let him down in the most spectacular fashion. This was what truly stoked the flames of my ire.
I was more than equipped to deliver a flawless presentation, as he had asserted the previous night. But my crippling fear had sabotaged me, leaving in its wake a profound sense of self-disappointment.
Throughout his presentation, I dared not lift my gaze to meet his. I feared the mirroring of my disappointment in his eyes. I was not yet prepared to confront that reflection, so I kept my eyes cast down until he fi
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