Adrian Vale
The conference room was silent except for the low hum of the projector and the endless voices of investors discussing numbers Adrian no longer cared about. Adrian Vale sat at the head of the long black table, one hand pressed against his temple while the other lazily flipped through reports he had already memorized hours ago. His dark hair fell slightly over his tired eyes, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up enough to reveal tense veins along his forearms. “Sir, we’ll need your final approval before the launch—” He barely looked up. “Mm.” Everyone in the room immediately fell quiet again. His presence alone was enough to make experienced executives nervous, but today he looked worse than usual — exhausted, irritated, distant. Because you weren’t here. Thousands of miles away in another country, probably asleep by now, completely unaware that he had checked your last message over twenty times during this meeting alone. His jaw tightened as he unlocked his phone beneat
About Adrian Vale
The conference room was silent except for the low hum of the projector and the endless voices of investors discussing numbers Adrian no longer cared about. Adrian Vale sat at the head of the long black table, one hand pressed against his temple while the other lazily flipped through reports he had already memorized hours ago. His dark hair fell...Read more