The Reveal

Dessert is served.

Damien stands.

Of course he does.

“…Before we end tonight—”

I immediately lose interest because i thought it was going to be some mob b.s i frankly could not be arsed about.

“…This is for Beckett.”

I pause.

That’s… unexpected.

Terry gestures.

A screen lights up.

My work.

Logos.

Brand designs.

Layouts.

All displayed.

Polished.

Professional.

Recognized.

“…He never asks for anything,” Terry says.

“…So we did this instead,” Damien adds.

Silence fills the room.

Not awkward.

Not loud.

Respectful.

I don’t move.

Diana steps closer.

“…Well?” she murmurs.

I pause.

“…Accepted.”

That’s all I say.

But it’s enough.