My chair spun around slowly, the leather creaking in the absolute silence of the room, a sound that seemed to echo like a gunshot in the sterile air of the executive suite. Sarah’s scream was short, sharp, and filled with a terror I had waited three agonizing years to witness. She gripped the edge of my mahogany desk—the desk of the man she had been desperately chasing for a favor—her knuckles turning white as the reality of her world shattered into a million jagged pieces."Xavier?" She choked out the name like it was a mouthful of poison, her knees buckling until she had to lean her entire weight against the wood. "No... this is a mistake. You’re a delivery boy. You’re a nobody! You’re supposed to be at the apartment packing your cheap bags!"My response was a cold, rhythmic tap of my gold signet ring against the desk before I slid the bankruptcy filing across the polished surface. "In this room, Sarah, you are the one who is nothing. You’ve spent three years treating a king like a