wall street empire: strictly business
Damion West was the boy who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I’m not a girl susceptible to hot boys with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. Nor have I kept up with Damion West. Okay, I have. Everyone has. He's the CEO of West Enterprises, the one responsible for the landmark shift in the company after his father stepped down a few years back. But I only know this because he's notoriously loud on social media.
Everyone knows Damion West.
Just not like I do.
But that's another story better left untold.
It’s hard sometimes to remember that I’m no slouch myself. Confidence isn't exactly my forte but I fake it well. I’ve worked with my parents’ real estate firm catering to the rich and famous for years and I'm now one of the top agents in the country. I'm proud of this achievement, because I do work for my highly successful parents, and I could have just ridden the name. Instead, I earned respect. Respect matters to me for reasons I don't really discuss. Blue Enterprises is the company, which is also my name. Blue. Alana Blue. My mother, now retired, is Ellen Blue. My father is Richard Blue. It's a cool name. Kind of like West.
Everything was going well in my life, even if there was this sense of predictability many might think my job doesn't allow. But it does. Everyone around me but my parents put on a show. It's all fake. Nothing is real.
Then one day I get a call from a female claiming to be the assistant to a powerful man who wants to work with me, and only me. It's all so mysterious and considering the people I work with, and my reputation for discretion, a little odd. Until I arrive at the luxurious villa and come face to face with you know who.
And Lord help me he's now sexier, and more arrogant than ever.
Also it turns out that what Damion wants from me isn't as simple as a real estate contract.
But it's a contract all right.