40_The first spark of war

Jennifer

The morning sun slanted through the glass walls of my office, catching on the crystal decanter on the side table. I poured myself a splash of bourbon, early, I knew, but the burn steadied my hands. Today wasn’t a day for weakness.

I glanced over the mock-ups on my desk: the joint venture proposal. My empire’s next move.

Lucian and I, two unstoppable forces merging for the ultimate fashion takeover. That’s what the press would say. That’s what they’d ...