Alex’s pov My office doesn’t look like mine anymore. Not that it will be mine much longer, today being the last day for me as the CEO. For ten years this space has been steel, glass, neutral tones and no hint of softness. Deals were made here. Enemies were dismantled here. I built an empire from this room. Today it looks like a dream someone else had. Definitely not mine. Interior decorators have turned it into something…..warmer. Soft amber lights hidden along the ceiling, white roses layered with deep green foliage with a string of quartet tucked into one corner, quietly tuning. Champagne chills in silver buckets and my was table is pushed back to make space. It feels like I’m standing inside a risk. Which shouldn’t be a problem because I live for risks……but this was different. My palms are damp as I adjusted my cufflinks for the fifth time in ten minutes and checked my watch even though I knew the time. I start to pace. Voices drift in and out as people arrive. Friends, F
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