My uncle’s always been the quiet type. Took me years of chatting with him before he’d even open up a bit.
Seeing him act all cool for once honestly cracked me up. I thought he was joking when he said he’d set me up with a guy.
“Alright, alright, I won’t get all heartbroken over him, okay? Don’t worry, Uncle Richard.”
“I just got divorced, seriously, I don’t need a man—I need a career. And you know what? If a woman really wants to be out of anyone’s league, it’s not about dating a bunch of guys or bagging a rich one. It’s about becoming rich herself.”
“Best case? I get so damn rich and powerful, I crush my ex underfoot—now that’d be satisfying.”
The problem is, my ex basically peaked the day he debuted. He’s loaded, powerful, and stupidly good at business. If I wanna get to
