Chapter 22

Bryce POV

The fashion sketches on my desk mocked me with their mediocrity. I crumpled another sheet and tossed it into the growing pile by the wastebasket. Who the hell did my father think he was, demoting me to a common designer? I was Bryce Finch, for god's sake—CEO material, not some pencil-pus...

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