Sebastian Hale didn’t do things halfway.
It wasn’t in his nature. Never had been. It was the same instinct that had built his empire — taking risks, pushing boundaries, never settling for less than the best. Half-measures weren’t part of his vocabulary. Not in business, not in life. And when it came to his children, he saw no reason to be any different.
So when he walked into the upscale boutique in Manhattan’s Upper East Side, his mind was already spinning with possibilities.
The store exuded elegance — soft lighting, polished floors, shelves lined with carefully curated pieces that whispered wealth without needing to shout it. This was the kind of place that catered to people like him. People who believed the best was the only option.
A polished sales associate approached him with a
