Saturday evening, on top of the most luxurious hotel in Mayford, Nate and Samantha arrived just in time to be photographed by the press.
Nate was wearing a dark suit and a red tie. His hair was glued back, and he stared at the rest of the guests with his cold, blue eyes. He didn't have the curt expression he reserved clients, nor the soft one he showed to friends and family.
He was untouchable, cold, and somehow dangerous. The woman at his side didn't look more smitten.
Her eyes in different colours shined under the lights of the party, and the first-class dress revealed her figure. The head of the sales department of LY Corp was as famous as the CEO for her good looks, swift moves, and merciless business techniques.
«Maybe, I should have rejected you,» Samantha commented.
«Would you dare?»
«Oh, yes. Do you smell it? The crowd is filled with stinky wolves.»
