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I stepped out and watched as he drove away.

Sebastian handled me like something precious, shifting from blunt attraction to treating me like a pet. Like he was caring for me, but, at the same time, trying to assert his dominance. I felt like a mouse staring into a trap, only to realize that escape was impossible.

I was already ensnared.

CHAPTER THREE

ASH

Back in New York, I strode through the halls of Langley Enterprises Headquarters, Aria hustling to keep up with me.

“At nine a.m., you’ve got a meeting with James Reynolds from Skyline Ventures,” Aria began. “He’s keen to discuss potential investment opportunities.” Her voice was crisp as she scrolled through my agenda on her tablet.

I sighed. “James Reynolds—I think I called him John last time.”

Aria ignored the comment. “Then, at ten thirty, there’s a conference call with Sarah Chen from BrightTech Solutions about our partnership progress,” she continued. I nodded along. “After that, a lunch meeting with Emily Hayes from Savoré Restaurant Group at noon to finalize details for next month’s charity gala.”

Grimacing, I said, “Can you handle that one, Ari? Tell her I can’t make it.”

She shook her head firmly. “She requested you specifically, and your father said you need to give final approval if he’s not here.”

“Fine. I need a cigarette,” I muttered, glancing around for a balcony.

“You don’t have time for that,” she scolded. “Oh, and don’t forget, your two p.m. is with Thomas Harrison from Quantum Innovations to go over the latest updates.” Her heels clicked as she matched my pace.

“And we can’t schedule a cigarette break somewhere in there?” I asked, peering at her tablet.

“No. You’ve also got a networking event at The Manhattan Club at six p.m., hosted by the Elite Business Forum. I’ve arranged for the car to pick you up,” she finished as we reached my office door. She held it open. “Your father is on the line, and you have five minutes before we need to leave. No cigarette breaks,” she added pointedly.

“Can I smoke in here?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

She pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall. Figures.

I settled into my chair and pressed the button to take the call. “Daddy dearest,” I greeted, hearing his sigh on the other end.

“Sebastian, I’ve been reviewing the latest projections,” Teddy began, his tone measured. “I know you’re excited about this, but I have concerns.”

Of course he did. Felt like a broken record—every step forward met with his resistance. Ever the traditionalist.

Leaning back, I gazed at the ceiling. “I understand your reservations, but this investment is a significant opportunity to keep us ahead in the market.”

He sighed again. “I’m not disputing the importance of innovation, Sebastian. But we can’t lose sight of our core values. Our legacy is built on stability and reliability, not risky ventures into uncharted territory.”

“I get it, truly. But embracing change is essential for our success. It might be unconventional, but it could redefine us and secure our leadership. Give it a chance, Dad. It’s working—we’ve already seen a thirty percent revenue increase compared to last quarter.”

“I don’t doubt your intentions,” he replied, his tone edging into annoyance. “But consider the implications of deviating. We have responsibilities—to our shareholders, our employees, our legacy.”

“I understand, and I’ll do everything to ensure success. But sometimes, taking calculated risks is necessary for growth. You gave me the ship; let me steer.”

“You’re letting ambition cloud your judgment, Sebastian. I won’t step down if you continue taking unnecessary risks.” His voice hardened, testing my patience.

“With all due respect—” I began.

“With all due respect,” he cut me off. “I’m speaking from experience. Your instincts aren’t always reliable. Need I remind you about your previous investments?”

I lost it.

“That was fucking years ago! I’m not green anymore, Dad. I can manage the damn company just fine,”I snapped.