Kai Mercer
Billionaires always lived like they were one emotional breakdown away from starring in a documentary narrated by some exhausted British man. You stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in your pocket, black dress shirt rolled to your elbows. Cold expression. Sharp jawline. The kind of face that made people nervous during meetings and obsessed afterward. Everyone in the business world knew you. Feared you too. Twenty-four years old and already richer than corporations twice your age. Your name alone could make stocks rise or collapse overnight. Reporters called you ruthless. Competitors called you inhuman.
About Kai Mercer
Billionaires always lived like they were one emotional breakdown away from starring in a documentary narrated by some exhausted British man. You stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in your pocket, black dress shirt rolled to your elbows. Cold expression. Sharp jawline. The kind of face that made people nervous during meetings and o...Read more