DRIVEN TO LOVE

Episode 4: The Next Morning

Christian didn’t sleep a single wink that

night.

He spent the entire night staring at the phone screen, re-reading the words that mocked his terror.

By the time the sun rose, he was ready for war.

The private express elevator of the

Vance Tower glided through the core of the skyscraper like a silent silver bullet.

Inside, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Christian Vance stood at the front, his towering frame radiating a cold, untouchable aura. His bespoke charcoal suit was pristine, tailored so perfectly it looked like armor. He didn’t look back. He knew exactly who was standing precisely two steps behind his right shoulder.

Cleopatra stood like a phantom in his shadow. Clad in a crisp, dark tactical suit, she kept her hands folded neatly behind her back, her eyes sharp and calculating. To the corporate world, she was just an expensive asset—a quiet driver hired to ensure the billionaire’s heart kept beating.

The doors slid open, revealing the grand executive corridor. Christian strode down the hallway with long, commanding steps, pushing open the double oak doors of the grand boardroom.

The chatter inside died instantly. A dozen of the most powerful corporate executives sat around a massive table. The air was thick with collective anxiety.

Christian didn’t apologize for his lateness. He took his seat at the head of the table, steepling his fingers as his piercing gray eyes cut through the executives like a laser. Cleopatra moved fluidly to the back wall, positioning herself in the corner. It was the perfect tactical vantage point.