Chapter 13: Out of control
I roll my shoulders, stretching out the stiffness that’s settled between my shoulder blades. Too many late nights at the office. Too many hours hunched over contracts and negotiations, trying to stay ahead in a world where everyone’s waiting for me to slip.
Too many damn dreams.
The elevator doors slide open, and Simone steps in beside me, adjusting the rings on her fingers as she gives me a sideways glance.
"You know," she muses, shifting her weight onto one foot, "I don’t usually tag along for your little business meetings, but today?" She grins, eyes gleaming with amusement. "The Neta brothers? Yeah, I’m not missing that."
I don’t bother responding. Simone does whatever the hell she wants, and we both know it.
Besides, I get it.
The Neta brothers aren’t like most people in my world.Normally, everyone pisses me off, I get so irritated in their presence for some reason.
It’s not personal—I just don’t trust anyone, I can’t trust anyone, something in me just hates it.
But the Netas? They’re different.
We have the same vision. The same values.They’re investing in eco-friendly solutions, sustainable infrastructure, pushing to fix a world that’s actively dying, not because it’s profitable.
But because it matters.
It’s rare to find people like that—people who actually give a damn. Not that I’m a good person, hell no one who reaches this level of wealth is. While I might not care much for human lives, I’m passionate about nature and they are like that too, and best of all that uncomfortable feeling I get around most people is not present when I’m around them. They feel farmiliar.