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ot sure where I want to focus my gaze on, but my eyes have now landed on Marissa Dubois Vanderwalz, a leggy blonde model from France that offered

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one is clapping and cheering and I'm flashing my most charming smile. My palms are drenched in sweat

ands. We trust you to ace this job, as always." The emcee finishes as ano

g connections. Wall Street money beasts drinking and socializing. My father has always thrown the most opulen

was that bastard

Bridges, Inc., the number one billion-dollar private investment company in New York and number five nationally. As Bridges handles individual and corporate investment portfolios from all over the world, Roscoe launch

y abilities and stop comparing me to my brothers. I want to prove that I can lead and buil

the moment! Congr

tle. His wife, Tess, is by his side, smiling at me. I often wonder how su

this and get things running in no time," Ro

eally mean joke," I say, plucking a champagne flute from a passing server's tray. I de

ooks even brighter under the dim chandelier glow. "You got this. You're thirty now, not sev

. My brother makes a joke about his wife being

I catch my father's scrutinizing, judgmental gaze on me. Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, and he

ying-color grades at school, but in the field, I'm a beast with numbers. My division's income at Bridges has nearly tripled

hts, I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from biting my nails. My he

. Hi Ha

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ittle voice anywhere. It s

ack dress with small cut-outs on the waist is hugging her soft figure, showing off all those lush curves and pale wh

B27 that much anymore, but this is a great step up. I'm happy for you." She nervously tucks a stran

life. Her hair color is perfect. She's a brilliant marketing executive and

use we work together but she's just too... decent for me. I'm not the best at stic

he champagne gives

go sit at the bar

rejection from her, bu