Manhattan – Julian's Penthouse Office
The skyline of New York City stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Julian Ashcroft wasn't admiring the view.
His jaw clenched as he swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass, eyes fixed on the massive digital screen on the wall.
It was playing a replay of the Paris competition.
Specifically, Ava's victory.
The way the crowd had cheered her name.
The way Margaux had declared her the winner.
The way Ryan Kim had kissed her like she had won more than just the title.
Julian threw the glass.
It shattered against the sleek marble floor, but he didn't flinch.
Bethany, his ever-efficient assistant, sighed from across the room but didn't react. She had seen this coming.
"Would you like me to schedule another meeting with the glassware supplier?" she asked dryly, tapping away at her tablet.
Julian's glare was lethal.