The fun

Some time ago, Riley stood and then sat on her seat anxiously, her heart pounding as she checked her watch for the hundredth time.

Tryson was late—too late.

Her fingers curled into a fist, an unspoken urgency burning in her chest.

She had to talk to him.

Earlier, she had pleaded with her father to reconsider pulling out of the partnership with Tryson's company.

She had been so certain he would agree—until his response shattered her expectations.

He had refused. Flat-out. No explanation. Just a cold, unwavering rejection.

Shock rippled through her, but the true blow came moments later when Ana whispered the devastating truth—Tryson had secured a massive stake in her father's company.

The realization sent a chill down her spine.

Had Tryson played her all along? If he now held the strings, was her father's empire nothing more than a pawn in his hands?