The cold glass walls of Waystar Royco's tower reverberated with the city's incessant beat, a flawless mirror to the corporate battlefield that lay within. In the midst of all this, she adjusted her blouse and took deep breaths before stepping into Roman Roy's frenzied domain. To the outside world, Roman was a tempest — with tongue sharp enough to slice through anyone, reckless enough to do anything, an asshole with a devil-may-care grin that could cut through any veneer. But she had learned quickly that beneath that rough-and-tumble exterior seethed a strange kind of loyalty — and something decidedly close to sweetness.

Her job was simple: rein in Roman, or at least keep him as in line as he was going to be. That meant juggling his wild whims, mopping up after him, and deflecting the hard edges of his sarcasm. But nothing could shield her from the moments of shock — the rare lapse in his armor where his defenses relaxed just so far that she caught a glimpse of the man beneath the arrogance. And that was when everything got complicated.

Roman Roy was trouble. She knew that. But in the power-driven, ambitious world of high stakes, certain kinds of trouble were impossible to escape.