2026-08-03 18:38:53Daniel closed the door and stood in front of Marcus's desk, bracing himself without quite knowing what for.
Marcus slid a thick folder across the desk. "Sit. Take a look."
Daniel opened it and felt his stomach drop slightly. His university transcripts. Laid out in careful detail.
"What is this?" Daniel asked.
"Standard procedure," Marcus said, unbothered. "We run a full background investigation on every senior executive before they're given a leadership role. Trust isn't built on assumptions, Daniel. It's built on facts."
Daniel looked up from the file. "So you knew all of this before you handed me a business card on the street."
"I knew most of it before you got in my car," Marcus said. "I didn't hire you because Richard Whitfield happened to be your father-in-law. I didn't hire you because I felt sorry for a man scrubbing his in-laws' patio tiles." Something flickered across his face, brief and unreadable. "I hired you because the investigation showed me a man who was competent, disciplined, honest, and respected by nearly everyone who'd ever worked under him. Every single reference I called said the same thing about you, almost word for word."
Daniel didn't know what to say to that. He'd spent years bracing for people to look at his failure and stop looking any further.
"A failed business doesn't always mean a failed man," Marcus said.
The sentence landed somewhere deep in Daniel's chest and stayed there.
Marcus didn't linger on the moment. He moved straight into business, pulling up something on his monitor and turning the screen slightly toward Daniel.
"We've got a group of foreign investors, expatriates, considering a major partnership with this company. Negotiations have stalled for three months. Two senior managers have already tried and failed to move it forward." He looked at Daniel directly. "I'm giving it to you."
The room, which Daniel hadn't realized had filled with a few other department heads gathered for the morning briefing, went quiet.
A man near the back, older, well-dressed, cleared his throat carefully. "With respect, sir, Mr. Reyes has been here less than a week. This deal is worth—"
"I know what it's worth," Marcus said, cutting him off without raising his voice. "I chose him."
No one argued further.
The next month moved fast and hard.
Daniel spent long nights at his desk poring over contract language, learning the specific terms the expatriate investors cared about, the cultural nuances that had tripped up the previous negotiators without them ever realizing it. He arrived before sunrise most mornings, ran through the company's systems until he understood them as well as anyone who'd been there for years, and sat through call after call with the investment team, patient in a way that slowly, quietly won them over.
There were setbacks. One of the investors grew cold halfway through a video call over a misunderstood clause, and Daniel spent two sleepless nights rewriting the terms until they addressed the concern without giving up ground the company needed. Priya found him asleep at his desk one morning, head down on a stack of printouts, and left a cup of coffee beside his elbow without waking him.
Slowly, the deal came back to life.
By the end of the month, Daniel sat across the table from the lead investor, watching him finally nod, finally extend his hand, finally agree to terms that would bring the partnership worth tens of millions into Cole Global Holdings' portfolio.
The board received the news the next morning with visible surprise. The same senior manager who'd questioned Daniel's experience sat through the briefing without a single word to add.
Marcus found Daniel afterward, in the hallway outside the boardroom.
"Good work," Marcus said.
Just that. Two words. But coming from Marcus, who never spent more praise than a moment deserved, they meant more than Daniel could easily explain, even to himself.
"Don't go home yet," Marcus told him that evening, as Daniel was gathering his things.
Daniel paused. "Another meeting?"
"Something like that." Marcus gestured for him to follow. "My assistant will take you."
Daniel expected a conference room. Instead, he found himself standing outside one of the city's most exclusive menswear boutiques twenty minutes later, staring through the glass at suits with price tags he didn't dare look at too closely.
"Sir, I don't think—"
"You represent the company now, in front of international clients," Marcus said, already walking inside. "Your appearance should reflect that."
The next hour passed in a blur — a tailor measuring his shoulders, his arms, the length of his legs, fabric samples laid out in front of him one after another. Suits, dress shirts, shoes polished to a shine Daniel had never owned the right occasion to justify, a watch that alone probably cost more than his old company's monthly payroll had, back when it still had one.
"Sir, this is too much," Daniel said, more than once, watching the tailor fold another jacket into a garment bag.
"It's a company investment," Marcus said simply, each time, as though the matter had already been settled and didn't need revisiting.
Everything went onto the company account. Daniel walked out of the boutique carrying more expensive clothing than he'd owned in his entire life combined, still not quite believing it was real.
"One more thing," Marcus said, as they stood outside on the sidewalk, garment bags draped over Daniel's arm. "You're joining the delegation on a follow-up trip next week. Company's already booked your ticket."
"Where to?"
"Details are in your inbox," Marcus said. "First class, by the way. Get used to it. This is your job now."
Daniel opened his mouth, then closed it, no words quite equal to what he was feeling. He'd never flown first class in his life. He'd barely flown at all.
"Thank you," he finally managed. "For all of this."
Marcus nodded once, already checking something on his phone, already moving toward whatever came next in his day. "Don't thank me. Earn it. That's the only currency I care about."
He walked off toward his car, leaving Daniel standing on the sidewalk with his arms full and his chest tight with something he hadn't let himself feel in years.
Hope.
Claire was waiting at the door when he got home, and she opened it before he'd even reached the porch, drawn by the sight of him carrying more bags than he could comfortably hold.
"What is all this?" she asked, already reaching to help.
Daniel set the garment bags down on the couch and watched her open the first one, her hands slowing as she pulled out a suit jacket, dark and perfectly tailored, the fabric so smooth it seemed to catch the lamplight.
"Daniel." Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Is this real?"
"It's from work," he said. "Marcus said I need to represent the company properly. There's more."
She opened the second bag, then the third, her eyes growing wetter with each one, until she was standing in the middle of their small living room surrounded by more expensive clothing than either of them had ever imagined owning, tears sliding freely down her cheeks now.
"Look at you," she said, pressing a hand to her mouth. "Just weeks ago, they had you scrubbing tiles at my parents' house. And now this." She laughed, half a sob caught in it. "I'm so proud of you."
Daniel pulled her into his arms, holding her the way he hadn't been able to for longer than he wanted to remember, her tears warm against his shoulder.
"It's all going to be okay now," he murmured into her hair. "I think we finally made it."
For the first time in years, he let himself believe every word of it.
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Chapter 46 - Side by Side
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Chapter 45 - Arthur's Legacy
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