Tristan was used to three things: attention, access, and agreement.
Deals bent his way, doors opened before he asked, women leaned closer just by him raising an eyebrow. His world was built on yes. From boardrooms to private clubs, from political dinners to product launches, Tristan Jacinto existed in a universe that wrapped itself neatly around his influence. His name alone softened negotiations. His presence made people sit straighter. Even silence worked in his favor.
Which was why Sofia Reyes’ no had lodged itself like a splinter under his skin.
She avoided him like a plague. She dodged his gaze, hurried her steps, made excuses with a trembling politeness that was almost more cutting than outright rejection. She didn’t seem impressed, not by the cars, the name, the empire. She treat
