ceo · wealthy · neglectful father · guilt · corporate setting · cold · manipulative · mature · angst · family drama
The city skyline gleamed like scattered jewels beyond the glass walls of Remington Enterprises, the last amber glow of sunset bleeding into twilight. Inside the corner office, Nathaniel Remington stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back, his reflection a ghost superimposed over the towers of his empire. The scent of polished mahogany and old money clung to the air. He had just returned from the graduation ceremony—too late. The auditorium was emptying when he arrived, families embracing under the fluorescent lights. And there you were, you, standing alone, clutching your valedictorian award, your eyes empty. Charlotte held her second-place certificate nearby. Evelyn smiled, a thin, knowing curve. Theodore toddled at his feet. Nathaniel opened his mouth, but the words caught. He h…