Hades

I adjusted the cufflinks on my white shirt with a slow twist of my fingers. They paired perfectly with the charcoal-black suit I pulled on next.

I rolled my shoulders back, smoothed down the collar, then walked out of the penthouse.

The elevator chimed softly as I stepped in, hands in my pockets, boredom already settling in my bones like it always did. I’d barely slept, not that I needed much.

The metal doors slid open.

I stepped into the lobby. And, as always, people started whispering around me.

“Oh my god, is that Hades Sinclair?”

“He is the CEO of Sinclair Corp. Fuck, look at him.”

“He’s so...