A Night of Fate;
Los Angeles, California
Tyler Winslow stepped out of his sleek, black Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta, its V12 engine purring softly. The exclusive business gala's red carpet stretched before him, flanked by paparazzi and socialites. As a Forbes-listed business tycoon, Tyler was no stranger to the spotlight. A carefree to go guy but don't be deceived cause he is imbibed with ruthlessness.
Upon entering the grand ballroom, Tyler's eyes scanned the room, locking onto a vision in ice-blue. Nicole Melbourne, heiress to the Melbourne family and the second wealthiest, powerful family. Stood poised, her raven hair cascading down her porcelain skin. Her sapphire eyes met Tyler's blue ocean's eyes, and for an instant, time froze.
Their introduction was effortless, and soon they engaged in a game of chess, exchanging witty banter and business insights. Tyler found himself captivated by Nicole's sharp mind and beauty.
As the night wore on, the gala function unrivalled unveiling raw, hard to find materials, lands for prosperous business development and widening your circle with the business, entertainment, media, law, medical and bureau. After the event ended, they exchanged their personal contacts, and Tyler learned of Nicole's impressive business acumen. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, like old friends reconnecting.
The evening drew to a close, and Tyler reluctantly bid Nicole farewell, citing an urgent family matter. As he departed, he couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter was more than coincidence.
"Who is she?" Tyler asked himself, his mind replaying their encounter with a little smirk at the corner of his lips.
Little did he know, their lives were about to become irreversibly entwined..