The next morning at Cross Empire, Damian was already deep into his schedule when Evelyn, his PA, knocked gently and stepped in.

“Sir, you have a guest.”

Damian didn’t look up immediately. “Who is it?”

“A Mr. Daniel, sir.”

He nodded. “Send him in.”

Seconds later, an energetic, confident voice filled the doorway.

“Good morning, Mr. Cross.”

Damian finally looked up—calm, composed, CEO mode fully switched on.

“Good morning,” he replied, standing to shake the man's hand. “Please, have a seat.”

Daniel sat, smiling with just the right blend of charm and ambition.

“Mr. Cross, first let me say—it’s an honor. I’ve heard so much about you,” Daniel began, leaning...