Chelsea, Dianne, and Kameron waited in the room for a while before Elliot finally arrived, fashionably late.

Dianne and Kameron stood to greet him, but seeing the man who walked in left them momentarily stunned. They had heard of Elliot’s young brilliance, but they didn’t expect him to be so strikingly handsome.

Dressed in a pinstriped suit, Elliot stood over six feet tall. His slightly wavy, medium-length hair framed a sharp face adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, and a Rolex peeked out from beneath his sleeve. His suave demeanor exuded a blend of elegance and roguish charm—he was the epitome of refined rebellion.

“Apologies for being late. Traffic was terrible,” Elliot...