I don’t hire talent. I claim it.
One boardroom glance at Celebrity Nash and I knew she was wasted on those mediocre thieves. So I fired them on the spot, dragged her onto my jet, and made her lead architect of the tallest tower this city has ever seen.
She’s twenty-six. Brilliant. Untouchable.
I’m forty-six. Ruthless. And now she works directly for me.
Every impossible deadline, every late-night drafting session, every time she proves she’s smarter than every man in the room… I praise her the only way I know how.
She fights me.
She bends for me.
And when I finally tell her she’s a good girl against that cold marble wall, she shatters so perfectly I know she’s mine.
This building was always going to touch the sky.
But Celebrity Nash? She’s going to own every inch of me while she does it.
