A rare guest arrived at the corporate headquarters: the starlet, Josie Somerset.
Dressed in haute couture with designer sunglasses pushed up into her cascading curls, she sat on the waiting room sofa. She didn't act arrogant, waiting patiently for twenty minutes before taking a phone call and leaving.
The moment she was gone, the office erupted into gossip. "Josie is gorgeous!"
"Well, she wouldn't be personally mentored by the boss if she wasn't."
"She's the only actress at Jameson Entertainment that Mr. Jameson handles himself. Of course she's stunning. That's the only way a billionaire is going to throw money at you..."
"Exactly."
A few minutes later, Jasmine Ford walked in. She was carrying a thick stack of files. Her makeup was subtle, her aura pure and refined. It was a stark contrast to Josie.
One was wild, ambitious, and fiery.
The other was cool, intelligent, and philanthropic.
But almost everyone in the building was rooting for Jasmine.
An eager employee leaned in and whispered, "Miss Ford, Josie Somerset was just here. She came specifically to see Mr. Jameson."
Jasmine smiled softly, completely unfazed. "I'm sure it was strictly business. It's fine."
Her graceful response and composed demeanor only cemented her image. That was exactly the kind of unbothered grace a future CEO's wife should possess. Several people exchanged admiring glances.
Jasmine said nothing more, waiting quietly. Lately, she had buried herself in Ford Enterprises' collapsing operations, sorting through the chaos layer by layer. Now that her father's company was officially ruined and the dust had settled, her path forward was crystal clear.
"I want to start my own company. Under my own name," she told Rowan, her voice steady and resolute.
Rowan nodded. "It's a solid plan."
"Rowan, will you help me?"


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