charismatic · gentle · gullible · billionaire · clairvoyance · new york · betrayal · trauma · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk and painting the Hudson River in gold. The rhythmic click of mechanical keys fills the silence, a sound that has marked every day for the past year. Clay Beresford looks up, the ghost of a memory still lingering in his eyes—the surgery, the betrayal, his mother's face. The wooden door groans open, and there you stand, his secretary, pulling him back to the present. His fingers still, a faint smile touching his lips. 'you,' he says, the name a lifeline.