Aria’s POV
I think I hate Calloway.
Not in the way I hate Gabriel. Do I even hate Gabriel? I mean I hate him but not hate, hate. Gabriel is a different kind of infuriating. Arrogant, cold, calculating, ruthless in a way that makes you want to punch him and prove yourself to him at the same time. But Calloway?
He was the kind of man who made you want to set fire to the entire boardroom.
The meeting had been a test. Gabriel didn’t have to say it, but I knew. He threw me into the deep end, sat back, and watched. No instructions. No lifeline. Just sink or swim, sweetheart.
And Calloway? He was ready to watch me drown.
The moment I walked in, I could feel it. The condescension and the amusement. He didn’t see a businesswoman sitting across from him. He saw a trophy wife playing dress-up.
