Chairwoman Stark

Chairwoman Wilson-Stark was in designers' pants and unique tailored suit jacket that was both professional and sexy.

Her blond hair was packed in a chignon, and her blue eyes sparkled like crystals beneath the spotlight.

People stood as she walked with confident elegant steps, bowing as one would welcome a Queen.

Security filed up and stood on both sides, enabling her to walk in the middle.

Like an empress.

Alessandro Stark wondered if he were in a joke of a dream.

All those times his wife had been on the phone with Leonardo, and even when she had met him, he had simply assumed that she was having an affair.

But she had been carefully making business plans with him!

Mixed emotions burned in his chest. He was both in awe of her and mortified at the same time.

How many other things did he not know about his wife?

Eve's stilettos clicked against the floors, her perfect frame encased in that suit.

As she got closer to him, the reality hit him harder. Yes, it was she who had fixed an ap