She was wearing a tight minidress and clutching a designer handbag that I knew cost more than three months of my mechanic’s wages. Beside her, a stout man in an expensive flannel shirt had his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. I assumed he was the new boyfriend."Babe, look at that one! The color is gorgeous—it would be perfect for me to drive to the office," Ava’s shrill voice carried right to my ears, even through the VIP glass.The man let out a boastful laugh, patting his pocket. "Just pick one. I promised you, once this month’s project funds clear, you can trade in your old car for something flashier. But let’s not go overboard yet; let’s stick to the mid-range models for now."I sat frozen behind the glass. My identity as CEO was still a total secret to them. In Ava's eyes, I was still Dominic the greasy mechanic she’d dumped because she thought I was a dead-end loser. I intentionally adjusted my collar and shifted my seat to stay partially hidden behind a pillar in the