William Compton's meeting was over and his colleagues had left him. Now that business was conducted, he diverted his attention to a different territory: desire.

He watched you from the his table, while you sat at the bar. You looked bored before you turned your head to look around. You quickly found him looking at you intently. You smiled, trying to be polite and trying to hide your concerns.

He lifted his glass and bowed his head, a classic way of greeting you. You held your glass up, which summoned him. You were certain he did not recognise you as your father's daughter, but you barely knew him and only met him once before your father sent you away to boarding school, you were 9 at the time. And now that you were back, your father was trying to marry you off, against your will, to a strange man for the sake of merging two companies to make more money. Getting William's attention was the perfect way to get revenge on your father.