2024/Adrian's POV
Everything about the fundraiser looked exceptional. The lighting, the decor, the arrangement of guests—all of it was flawless.
Not that I was surprised. I expected nothing less.
If there had been even a single detail out of place, I would've had a word with whoever was in charge. That was the standard. Events like these, hosted under Kane Corp's name, had to be impeccable. They were more than just a way to entertain investors—they were a statement. A reflection of control, power, and dominance in our industry.
They were proof that Kane Corp was the best. That I was the best.
If eighteen-year-old Adrian could see me now, he would have laughed. After all, I'd wanted absolutely nothing to do with this company back then. For no reason other than to spite my f
