Dorian
The dull report felt endless.
For his birthday, his father had generously gifted him several floundering subsidiaries—companies that hadn’t turned a profit in years. Reviving them was now Dorian’s responsibility.
He understood market dynamics. A product with no demand wouldn’t sell—no sales meant no revenue. It was simple math. Yet the vice president of “Fortnite Tech” had spent over an hour overexplaining what could’ve been said in two sentences.
Dorian wasn’t even listening anymore.
He kept drifting—his mind replaying last night, over and over. Her body. Her scent. Her breath catching beneath him. The way she had trembled. The fire in her eyes. The taste of her skin.
He couldn't wait to see her again. Hold her again.
Despite their night-long marathon, Dorian was buzzing wit
