The sun was high, casting a golden glow over the quiet estate Calvin had secured for us. Weeks had passed since the chaos that uprooted my life, and though I appreciated their protection, I couldn’t ignore the restlessness clawing at me. Dr. Chelsea and Calvin had agreed that staying hidden was our best option for now…
But I had other plans.
The morning routine was predictable: Calvin trained in the yard, sharpening his combat skills, while Dr. Chelsea busied herself with research in her study.
It was the perfect opportunity.
I stepped into the kitchen, feigning casualness as I grabbed a light coat. “I’m going to the garden for some air,” I called out, not waiting for a response.
Once outside, I slipped through the side gate, careful not to draw attention. The city awaited me, its hum of life promising opportunity.
By midday, I stood before Montenegros’ Construction Company, a towering glass structure that reflected the sky like a mirror. It was the heart of Gabriel’s empire.
Inside, the air was cool and smelled faintly of polished wood and money. I approached the receptionist, my voice steady. “Kristie Gray. I’m here to discuss an investment opportunity with MCC.”
The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly, likely noting the designer outfit I’d carefully chosen for this moment. She made a call, and minutes later, I was escorted to a corner office where Janette awaited.
Janette Dale. Gabriel’ right hand and, from what I’d gathered, his closest confidante. She was striking in a sharp, tailored suit, her dark hair swept into a sleek bun.
“Ms. Gray,” she greeted, her tone professional but guarded. “You’re a new name on the scene. Why MCC?”
I offered her a confident smile. “I see potential where others don’t. Your company has a reputation for innovation, but I believe it’s on the cusp of something… greater. With the right backing, it could dominate the market.”
Her skepticism was evident, but she listened intently as I laid out my pitch. I’d come prepared, presenting a portfolio that painted me as a savvy investor with a knack for turning opportunities into gold. Not just a supermodel.
An hour later, she leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “You’re bold, Ms. Gray. I like that. Let’s draft a contract and see where this goes.”
When I signed the investor agreement, satisfaction coursed through me.
ONE STEP CLOSER.