James Sinclair
I stood there, watching the door close behind her, and for the first time in a long time, I felt… powerless.
Not the kind of powerlessness that comes from losing a business deal or a strategic misstep, but something much deeper, more personal. It was like watching the one thing I wanted most slip through my fingers, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
I’ve built an empire. Sinclair Industries was on the verge of becoming nothing when I took over, and now it’s one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. I’ve sat across from men who would sell their souls for a fraction of what I have, and I’ve won. Every. Single. Time. But standing there, with the lingering scent of her perfume in the air, all that power felt like nothing. I was just a man, fifty-something
