Alex stood in the living room, shaking his head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Mia Vinda Richardson was nothing if not determined. When she wanted something, she found a way to get it—even if it meant completely changing her approach.At least she's not pushing the job thing anymore, Alex thought. That's something.True to her word, Mia emerged from her bedroom exactly twenty minutes later, transformed from the casual woman in a bathrobe to the polished CEO. She wore a tailored navy blue dress that was both professional and elegant, her hair pulled back in a sleek bun, her makeup subtle but perfect. Diamond studs glinted in her ears, and she carried a leather briefcase that probably cost more than Alex's entire wardrobe."Ready?" she asked with a bright smile."You look..." Alex searched for the right word. "Very professional."Mia's smile widened. "That's the idea. Come on, we don't want to be late."They took the elevator down to the building's underground parking gar

Ben's eyes caught something then—the glint of metal in Alex's hand. He squinted, focusing on the car key Alex was holding, and his expression transformed into one of malicious glee."Oh my God," Ben laughed, pointing at the key. "You're a driver now? Is that it? You're driving someone around like a chauffeur?" He turned to Lisa, still laughing. "Did you see this? Your ex-husband has been reduced to driving people around. That's rich!"Lisa looked at the key, and despite herself, something flickered in her eyes—concern? Pity? But it was gone in an instant, replaced by her trademark cold disdain."A driver," she repeated, shaking her head. "I suppose it makes sense. It's probably the best job you can get with your limited skills. At least you're employed, I guess. That's something."Ben moved closer to Alex, his eyes fixed on the luxury car key with its distinctive logo. "You know what's really pathetic? You're probably driving around in some rich person's car, pretending it's yours. Pl