Her mornings were orchestrated with rhythmic consistency, beginning with the soft glow of dawn spilling across her white marble floors. She would listen to the faint, rhythmic hum of city traffic far below her penthouse balcony, enjoying a silence that felt both carefully constructed and rightfully earned. She dressed in sharp, tailored blazers, sipped coffee sourced from independent roasters in Scandinavia, and articulated her thoughts in sentences that left absolutely no room for ambiguity or misunderstanding.
The millionaire went to fire her employee for his absences… P2
