The arrogance was suffocating.
He truly believed he was untouchable.
He believed the “gardener’s daughter” couldn’t understand his complex world.
He had no idea the man he was trying to impress was the same man he had mocked for having dirt under his fingernails.
The morning of the ceremony arrived.
Obsidian Tower buzzed with press.
Marcus sat at the head of the massive boardroom table, flanked by Jessica and his corrupt board chairman. He looked like a king.
When Elena entered, she wasn’t wearing the rumpled clothes Marcus expected.
She wore a razor-sharp tailored crimson suit that radiated authority.
She didn’t look at Marcus.
She simply walked to the opposite end of the table and sat down.
“I’m glad you could make it, Elena,” Marcus said with a tight smile. “Just sign the papers at the end of the table so we can move on to the real business. The President of Helios will be here any minute.”
“I’m not in a hurry, Marcus,” Elena replied coolly. “I think I’ll wait for the President.”
Marcus rolled his eyes.
“He’s an industry titan, Elena. He doesn’t have time for your little pity party.”
The double doors swung open.