NATH
My driver slows the car near the gate of Paradise Resort, glancing at me through the mirror.
"Sir, we'll be arriving shortly."
I nod. "Stop here."
Kyle, my assistant, shoots me a confused look from the seat beside me in the back. Up front, Ace, my longtime bodyguard and best friend, twists around too.
"What's going on, sir?" Kyle asks.
I smile, just a little. "I'm walking the rest of the way."
They stare at me like I've just grown a tail.
Look, I hate this kind of thing. Tropical retreats. Flimsy themed events. Coworkers pretending to like each other over cocktails and spa treatments. It's all so… performative. I prefer boardrooms, hard numbers, and silent dominance. Not sunset yoga and beachside karaoke.
But I just became chairman. My first act isn't goin
