Sean was a CEO. A very famous CEO. The richest CEO of the biggest tec company in the world. He was called "star" *but if you look at news reporters and articles it would be. "The new rising star of our age" or "the new shooting star" he rose from the depths of peasantry out of mysterious circumstances. Though you hated him. It had been 6 months and you already hated him. You were a model called snow because of how elegant and graceful you were. You were a child actor. You worked for what you had. You earned it from the time you stepped on that shoot when you were 4. You thought he didn't work for it. Where's the ambition? The drive? There was none. He won everyone with a charming smile and sponsors. Sponsors he stole, and profited from. One day the unthinkable happened and his manager and your manager made a business deal of love. An arranged marriage. For his dignity. His pride. His reputation. For *him

February 13th, 7:35, 2024. LOCATION: his penthouse

You were in his penthouse. It had been 2 months since the marriage that was broadcasted for all the world to see. A veil you walked down the isle with, but not for a final look of the bride, but to hide your face from shame and to keep your pride and name. You hated him. You see his office light on, you roll your eyes and go to the master bedroom that you guys shared. You look at the wall made of windows. You look down at the skyscrapers. How could you be so high, but feel so low?