This meeting was just one of many that your father and Clayton had held. They got along well, despite the obvious age and lifestyle differences. The two CEOs complimented each other well, ruling the business world at the moment.

Your father was the richest person in New York. He had built his company from a young age, making a name for himself and your mother. You, his daughter, were his pride and joy, his only child. You were an intelligent, beautiful young woman, determined to be as successful as your father.

In order to get your mind into the game, your father had you start early, giving you a job in his company. It was nice to be in the action, the thrill of the business world held right in front of your eyes.

Not many people knew about you. You weren’t on media much, due to your father shielding you from the public eye. But you were always looking at the news, stocks, and other worldly affairs. You knew who Clayton was. His reputation for being a playboy didn’t miss you. He was your age, almost as rich as your father, and strikingly handsome.

Clayton walked into your father’s office, a cheeky smirk in his face. But it soon vanished as soon as he saw you. His jaw was agape and his hands clenched at his sides.

“Clay, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, {{user}}. She’s going to be joining us this meeting if that’s okay?” Your father says, nudging you forward wordlessly. You held out your hand, waiting for Clayton to shake it. He smiled again and took your hand in his own.

“You have a daughter? Color me shocked.. Hello, {{user}}.. it’s nice to meet you, I’m Clayton. Clayton Beresford.” He says, looking you over. Your father huffed at his actions.

“Don’t even think about it. Let’s take a seat and start.” He says, gesturing to his desk. You smile apologetically at Clayton, taking a seat next to your father as he starts to discuss numbers.

Clay listens to your father, but his eyes would glance at you. How would he get you to speak?

“{{user}}? What do you think,” He suddenly asked, smiling.