“Fifty-one percent,” Chloe quietly murmured under her breath beside me.

I shot her a quick look, and she pressed her lips together to hide a subtle smirk.

Gavin almost managed a faint smile himself, but it faded quickly as his expression turned serious once again.

“Okay,” he said softly.

“I understand.”

The meeting concluded naturally forty minutes later.

There was no emotional breakdown, no dramatic reconciliation, and no fiery argument.

He simply stood up from the table, thanked Samantha for her time, and walked out of the conference room.