Russell Harper sat in the sleek, leather chair in his expansive office, a whiskey glass swirling in his hand. The panoramic view of the city stretched out before him, but his focus wasn’t on the glittering skyline. His mind was consumed with strategy, power plays, and, of course, Sharon Sims.
He leaned back, letting out a deep breath as his assistant, Evelyn, entered the room. She was efficient, sharp, and always knew when to speak and when to simply observe.
"Mr. Harper, the board meeting is scheduled for 11 a.m.," Evelyn said, placing a stack of neatly organized files on his desk. "You also have a call with the legal team at 2 p.m. regarding the Jacobs-Sims merger proposal."
Russell smirked, the mere mention of Jacob’s name igniting a fire in his chest. "Ah, Jacob Sims. My old friend.
