—Alec’s POV—
The night of the Fort-Nite Ball was forever engraved in my heart, a memory I couldn’t forget.
Six years ago, I stepped out of the limousine, ignoring the click of cameras in the distance. The only thing on my mind was getting through this night without unnecessary distractions. Another charity ball, another evening spent entertaining shallow conversations and fake smiles.
And women.
It didn’t matter if I was single or not. They always found a way around me.
My phone buzzed in my hand and the caller ID showed my secretary. Ms. Janice.
“Hello.”
“Sir, the Falcon X prototype has just completed its final test flight. There were some concerns about fuel efficiency, but the engineers believe they can optimize it before—”
“Can we talk later? I’m in the middle of something.”
