Three years ago
Michael's Pov
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I barely recognized the man staring back at me as I was all dressed up in a sharp-looking suit that was a contrast to my typically more laid-back image.
Gerald, my best friend and bodyguard, was fussing over my tie, his broad shoulders and sharp eyes reflecting an intense concentration that had always made him the best at what he did.
“Hold still, Michael,” he muttered, his fingers carefully adjusting the Windsor knot. “I can’t believe today’s the day. You’re actually going to be inaugurated as the new chairman of the Romero Group. The youngest chairman of a conglomerate in the entire country. It's historic, you know?”
I chuckled softly, the sound almost foreign to my ears. “Yeah, I can’t believe
