DIRTY DREAMS
I've caught myself staring at his hands in meetings more times than I'll admit.
Richard Hartley, CFO. Tall, lean, silver fox with wire-rimmed glasses that make him look like a professor. Old money. Old power. The kind of man who's never been told no in his life.
Marcus Webb, Chief Marketing Officer. Black, beautiful, built like he spends his mornings in the gym instead of the boardroom. Youngest member of the C-suite at forty-two. Rumor says he's hung like a horse. I've wondered.
And at the head of the table – James Morrison, CEO. The man who built this company from nothing. Sixty-three years old, silver hair, steel-blue eyes that see everything and give away nothing. He's worth more than so