“I said I’m coming in, Jameson. Bring the car. Bring my suit. We have a company to save.”
CHAPTER 4: THE DELUSION OF THE KING
The Next Morning.
Mark woke up in the master suite of the penthouse. He stretched, feeling the Egyptian cotton sheets against his skin. He felt lighter than air.
He looked over at Chloe, sleeping beside him. She looked perfect. This was the life he deserved.
He got out of bed and walked to the balcony. He looked down at San Francisco. My city, he thought. My empire.
He showered, singing loudly. He dressed in his best suit. He checked his reflection in the mirror.
“You’re a killer, Mark,” he told himself. “A titan.”
He didn’t think about Anna. She was the past. A blurry, unpleasant memory.
He drove the Aston Martin DB11—company leased, of course—to the tower. He drove fast, weaving through traffic, high on adrenaline and arrogance.
He pulled into the underground executive garage. He turned the wheel toward the spot marked RESERVED: CEO.
It was blocked.
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