Echoes of Regret
Dimitris POV~
The flickering light of my computer screen saturated the jumbled books, records and paper in my crowded office, the line of our stock chart at Vakette Industries was dropping badly. The red lines jagged down, each swoop evidence of my failure. I sat back in the creaking leather chair, my tie loosened, the weight of bankruptcy heavy on my chest. Five years ago, I’d taken over the CEO position at Vakette not because I deserved it, but because I’d married into the role—on Natasha’s twenty-fifth birthday, no less, a pretty little bow on an inheritance from her father, Waylen Anderson, a restraint placed with gold ropes and handed to me. She’d stood in this exact office, coldly noting, “You’re welcome, Dmitri. Don’t screw it up.” I’d been nodding, ambition had b
