Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 11

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Chapter 11 Little Miss CEO

WILLOW

The name echoed in my head as I stood there, staring up at the towering building in front of me.

Of course, I knew Fiorane.

It was a luxury company, probably at the top of the list, not just in the country but in the entire world! It was the kind of luxury I had only ever seen on billboards, in glossy magazines, and on the arms of celebrities I would never realistically cross paths with.

Bags. Shoes, Accessories. Jewelry.

The models, artists, influencers, and designers fought for collaborations because having Fiorane attached to their name meant instant prestige.

When my father told me I would inherit the Florence company, I hadn’t imagined this.

I had assumed something a little… smaller.

However, this brand housed one of the most expensive bags in the entire world, costing even more than a car. People also begged to be put on the waiting list for it because only a few came out each year.

The Dahlia Bag.

It all traced to one woman.

Dahlia Atkins.

She had been everywhere years ago.

She was an entrepreneur, an actress on the side, and of course, a style icon. The woman people said redefined modern luxury. The woman whose face was forever associated with the Dahlia Bag–Fiorane’s most iconic piece.

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She had died too young in a car accident–a tragic, headline–making death. Yet even now, years later, her name still sells.

I had never once connected that world to my father.

This was completely insane!

I tilted my head back, staring at the glass and steel, my reflection warped in the towering surface. I looked small and out of place, like I had wandered into someone else’s life by accident.

“Miss Florence.”

Rocco’s calm voice snapped me out of it.

“Yes?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from the building.

“Please, over here,” he said gently, gesturing toward the entrance. “We have to make this quick. The board is waiting.”

“Wait,” I said quickly, feeling panic rise in my chest. “Can’t you attend instead of me? You’re more than capable. I think I need more time.”

Rocco smiled patiently, stopping for a moment.

“Mr. Florence gave this company to you fully,” he said. “You are the biggest shareholder. That means your decision matters the most out of everyone.”

“But I look like this,” I argued, gesturing down at myself.

“Button up,” he said lightly. “You will be fine.”

Before I could protest again, he was already leading me toward the entrance.

The moment I stepped inside, I felt like I was being devoured alive. Everything looked expensive without trying too hard. People moved quickly–heels clicking softly, tailored suits gliding past, assistants holding tablets and folders.

Everyone looked like they belonged here.

Except me.

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I kept my head slightly lowered, instinctively covering my face with my hair. I didn’t want this to be their first impression of me.

“What am I even supposed to do?” I whispered to Rocco as we walked, ducking my head whenever someone glanced at us. I was quite grateful for the guards who surrounded us at this moment.

He glanced at me. “Be present,” he said simply. “Listen. Observe. That is enough for today. Your father has already approved of this project, but he never signed it. I’ll be introducing you to the board, so they know who to refer to from now on.”

I felt my throat drying up.

That didn’t help much.

I was a nurse, then later became a nurse professor. My world was scrubs, charts, lectures, and patients. This billion–dollar fashion house was not in my line of sight.

My chest tightened as we stopped in front of massive double doors.

The doors opened.

The temperature in the room felt colder instantly.

The boardroom was huge. Men and women were seated around the table, most of them older than me. All of them dressed in expensive, tailored clothing.

They stopped talking the moment I walked in. Every gaze turned to me.

I felt like I had just walked into a courtroom where I was the accused.

Rocco cleared his throat.

“We have in our presence Miss Willow Florence,” he announced clearly. “The daughter of the late William Florence. And our new CEO.”

Silence filled the entire room. Not a single polite acknowledgment greeted me- only heavy, judging stares as they took in my appearance.

Then I heard a low scoff.

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A woman on the far side of the table leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. She looked like the type of woman who had never had to worry about money in her life.

“You expect us to believe that?” she said coolly, eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. “This young woman?”

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