Chapter 3

MYKEL

Elise had a key to my penthouse, but she always rang the doorbell when I was home. Even if she knew I would never bring women to my loft, she still respected my privacy. That was why I cared about her a lot.

“Morning.” She placed the bag I bought for her on the lounge chair before showing me my schedule on the iPad. I was generous to my employees, especially her and my security details, Sax and Kye.

“Morning.”

“I moved your meeting on Monday evening to the afternoon so you can have time to rest before your flight to LA.” She sent it to my phone.

“It’s not a long flight, Elise.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to complain of not getting enough sleep, and you’re a terrible boss when you’re lacking it.”

“I’m not gonna stand in front of the UN councils. This is your idea, remember? Addressing and encouraging the youth to work for their future.” I quoted in the air.

“It means a lot to me. I just don’t want you to change your mind.”