Irvin's POV
I shake hands with the investors who just agreed to back my new venture.
"To making more money," Mr. Ronan declares, raising his glass with that trademark smirk of his.
"To making more money," everyone repeats. I can't help but grin—the kind that actually reaches my eyes for once.
I release a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
This moment...it changes everything. The crushing weight on my chest starts to ease, like chains falling away piece by piece. This wasn't just another business deal. This was deeply personal. My company was actually happening.
A fresh chapter. A chance to chase what I'd dreamed about since I was some kid hiding in my bedroom, sketching out characters, designing game levels, crafting entire worlds where I could disappear from reality.
Creating and launching games had always consumed me—the one thing besides boxing that truly lit me up inside.
Now I was finally building it for myself.
