#Chapter212
Stop-01
TRINITY
I turn my head to a man around my age in a charcoal grey suit. I know exactly who he is, but the question is, what he wants from me? This man has the face of a magazine cover model with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, chiseled jaw with a five o’clock shadow.
He smiles as he saunters towards me with his hands in his pants pockets.
/"I thought it was you,/" he says like we’ve known each other.
My brows creased. /"Excuse me?/" I ask seemingly surprised with my own question.
/"Kiara Mallory, right? I’m Sean./" His confident smile widens, and he looks good closer.
Screw that looks!
/"Yeah, and what can I do for you, Mr. Rexwell?/" I know him, his company, and he’s just like Bash, the future CEO of Rexwell; the biggest and number one rival of Hughes Industries.
/"Do you always speak like that to the people who want nothing but being nice to you?/" He seems amused by my talk.
