Three days later, I walked into Sterling Capital as a partner.
Alexander kept his word. Full authority, premium terms.
I swapped my old wardrobe for tailored suiting, swept my hair up, and stepped back into the arena on three-inch heels.
Damian, meanwhile, was living in his own private hell.
William's withdrawal and Prescott's damages claim hit like twin wrecking balls. His cash flow collapsed.
Company accounts were frozen. Payroll dried up. Staff bolted.
The vendors who once hovered around him now showed up at the office daily, hard-faced, demanding payment.
He scraped and begged, chasing anyone who might invest.
But word travels fast in this industry. Damian had crossed Vivienne. William had blacklisted him. Nobody was going to risk their standing for a startup already circling t
