WE AREN'T THE SAME
Cullen parked his car in front of the large gates and stepped out with a certain squareness to his shoulders – the type that screamed his lack of humility.
“Midas’ Touch,” he read the illuminated sign aloud and scoffed. He was a member of one of the most prestigious houses in the city. It didn’t matter who was in there. They would give him the contract and partnership, for sure.
For him, this was more than just taking the company from his sister. All his life, he had always wound up feeling sub-par to no one. No one but his sister. To him, she was the only one that didn’t see him for the God he was.
Him sealing the deal in this company would put his sister to shame, and she would finally kneel before him.
Oh, he could visualize it. He could taste the power. It taste
