Jason sat behind his desk at Jae Corporation, the skyline of Manhattan glittering behind him like a trophy case of battles he’d already won. His empire was loud today—phones ringing, board members sending updates, reports stacking on his screen—but none of it held his attention.
He should have been reading over the final draft of a merger proposal worth over half a billion dollars. Instead, his mind was circling back to Bellamy Gallery, to the sharp voice of the woman who refused to be impressed by him.
Gigi Jasmine.
She had no idea who he was—or maybe she did and simply didn’t care. That stung more than he wanted to admit. He was Jason Jae, a man who could make or break legacies with the stroke of a pen. Yet when she looked at him, she didn’t see power. She saw arrogance. Emptiness. An
