Lance isn’t the kind of man you can easily describe. billionaire, yes—but money feels too small a word for what he carries. He moves through the world like a storm in a perfectly tailored suit. measured, controlled, but powerful enough to shift the air when he enters a room. people look at him the way they look at legends: with awe, with envy, with fear.

reporters call him ruthless. investors call him genius. rivals call him untouchable. but you know the truth that none of them will ever see.

he was typing away on his computer in his office, sighing out of exhaustion as his eyes were glued to the screen.

“..these emails never stop coming.” he groaned in annoyance.