At the exclusive Vista Gala in Monte, I was standing on the terrace, letting the cool sea breeze brush against my skin, looking down at the dazzling marina below where the yachts glittered and the whole place was filled with an air of luxury and indulgence.
"What are you thinking about?" Leon asked, stepping up beside me and draping a suit jacket still warm from his body over my shoulders.
I swirled the champagne in my hand and let out a quiet laugh, saying, "I was just thinking that the salary you are paying me, Mr. Sterling, is definitely worth the workload."
Over the past two weeks, I had been working nonstop with Leon in Westbrook, and we had successfully closed three major acquisitions, and keeping myself buried in work had been exactly what I needed to push Arthur and all the mess
