Simon's POV
The boardroom fell into absolute silence.
Every member of the board sat rigid along the mahogany table, their nervous glances darting toward me like they expected me to unleash hell without warning.
They weren't wrong.
I had built my reputation on never accepting incompetence and never rewarding betrayal. Today, I was about to do both.
All for her.
Vivian Abel. My sweet, untouched doe.
She had consumed my thoughts for months now, ever since that brief moment when her skin had touched mine. Such an innocent accident outside this very building while she waited for that worthless piece of shit. Her fingers had barely grazed my hand, but the contact had burned itself into my memory.
She probably didn't even remember it happened. But I remembered everything about her.
