Hades
I adjusted the cufflinks on my white shirt with a slow twist of my fingers. They paired perfectly with the charcoal-black suit I pulled on next.
I rolled my shoulders back, smoothed down the collar, then walked out of the penthouse.
The elevator chimed softly as I stepped in, hands in my pockets, boredom already settling in my bones like it always did. I’d barely slept, not that I needed much.
The metal doors slid open.
I stepped into the lobby. And, as always, people started whispering around me.
“Oh my god, is that Hades Sinclair?”
“He is the CEO of Sinclair Corp. f**k, look at him.”
“He’s so hot. I’d let him ruin my life with that body.”
“I’d pay to be pinned down by that man. God, he’s rich and gorgeous.”
I ignored every word, and walked through the marble-floored lobb
